  Foam flecked the fragrant waves rush gayly up The creamy beach, or sport amid the reefs, With song's triumphant, on and on they come; And as the fair horizon bends her bow To guard the bay, a "liner" dim discerned Is signaled ere she softly sinks from view Behind the purple curtain of the deep. Glance, graceful gull,— Through rifts of spray, until my raptured soul Baptized with joy attunes its eager harp To Ocean's mood ... so redolent with life, |
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