BEAUTIFUL SEA. THE sea, the sea, the beautiful sea- Sparkling and foaming from crest to crest; Laving, heaving, surging, and swelling, Thou bear'st on thy bosom the Mariner's dwelling. Who doth not feel better by visiting thee? Grandest of nature's works-beautiful sea. We know not the wonders hidden in thee! Reposing, disclosing their beauty to none,- The sea, the sea, the beautiful sea, Lofty and loudly, appalling and splendid, Often thy waters with tempests are blended. The dread of thy might sets the sailor's heart quaking, And piercing the wail as the frail barque is breaking; O'er the fair and the manly, who slumber in thee, Thou hymn'st a sad requiem, beautiful sea. The sea, the sea, the beautiful sea, While each shell of the sea-bed thy echoes are singing, Is heaven's own mirror, the beautiful sea. THE TENANT OF THE STREET. THE night sky above me, All round me the street, No home that is sweet. No mother to kiss me If e'en I were dead. My mother hath gone now— So I'm all alone now, A waif and a stray. My father was drunken, In the grave they are sunken My mother and he. When footsore and weary There, twinkling in glory, 'Twas of one so holy, She said she was going, Ere her whispers were dumb, Where tears cease from flowing, And press'd me to come. My lot it doth soften To think she's on high, And that is why often LOVE'S MADNESS. ""Tis all his fault my mistress true, He hath my guileless heart deceived; He prais'd my hair, and eyes of blue, I heard him, lov'd him, and believed. Yet he hath left me--oh my brain! It reels to think while suns shall rise, I ne'er shall see his face again ; Why did he ever meet mine eyes?" She said and from the house she ran, To yonder bridge whose arches span With ravel'd hair and madden'd smile, "What knows he of my love or me?" |