Close on each other! Ah! what joy to be

Drunk with salt air, in battle with the sea!

So many joys, and yet I have but told

Of simple things, the joys of air and sea!

Not all these things are worth one hour with thee,

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One moment, when thy daring arms enfold

My body, and all other, meaner joys,

Fade from me like a child's forgotten toys.

One thought is ever with me, glorying all

Life's common aims. Surely will dawn a day

Bright with an unknown rapture, when thy way

Will be my journey-road, and I can call

These joys our joys, for thou wilt walk with me

Down budding pathways to the abounding sea.

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Song.

Low laughed the Columbine,

Trembled her petals fine

As the breeze blew;

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