WRITE ON THE SAND.
I
Write on the sand when the tide is low,
Seek the spot when the waters flow;
Whisper a name when the storm is heard,
Pause, that echo may breathe the word.
If what you wrote on the sand should last,
And echo is heard 'mid the tempests blast,
Then believe, and not till them,
That there's truth in the vows of men.
II
Throw a rose on the stream at morn,
Watch at eve for the flow'rs return,
Drop in the ocean a golden grain,
Hope 'twill shine on the shore again.
If the rose you again behold,
If you gaze on your grain of gold,
Then believe, and not till then,
That there's truth in the vows of men.
