the sharpies as they flew, And snuffed the sea's breath thick with brine, And basked me in the sun's warm shine; Then with my prize I made my way Once more to where the sail-boat lay. I kept the secret—and the glass; By day across its surface pass The transient shapes of common things Which chance within its oval brings. But when at night I strive to sound The darkness of its face profound, Again I seem to hear the breeze That curls the waves on summer seas; I see the isles with cedars green; The channels winding in between; The coves with beaches of white sand; The reefs where warning spindles stand; And, through the multitudinous shimmer Of waves and sun, again the glimmer Of eyes unearthly falls on me, Deep with the mystery of the sea. 

A while there

 

 

   A HOLIDAY ECLOGUE 

 ABOVE 

 First Mason: 

 Tink-a-link! Tink-a-link! Hear the trowels ring; Feel the merry breezes make the scaffold swing; See the skimming swallow brush us with her wing:— Go it with your hammers, boys; time us while we sing. 

 BELOW. 

 First Student: 

 See the yellow sparkle of the Neckar in the glass, And through the cedar branches sparkles blue the sea; Hear the sweet piano—hear the German lass Sing Freut" euch des Lebens—Oh! "I love I love the free!" 

And through the cedar branches sparkles blue the sea;

Sing Freut" euch des Lebens—Oh! "I love I love the free!"

 Second Student: 

 I like the canary better; Look, how he swells his throttle! He gurgles like musical water That dances and sings in a bottle. 

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