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A LITTLE GIRL AT THE SEASIDE.
Her first evening by the sea,
Oh, how glad she feels and free;
What a freshness in the air—
Joy and beauty everywhere!
Oh, how glad she feels and free;
What a freshness in the air—
Joy and beauty everywhere!
How the dancing water glows,
Bridged with gold or streaked with rose;
Golden towards the glorious West,
Roseate where the cloud-tints rest.
Bridged with gold or streaked with rose;
Golden towards the glorious West,
Roseate where the cloud-tints rest.
Cliffs and crags, how grand and high,
Tower above her to the sky;
And how tempting the bright shore
For young feet to wander o'er.
Tower above her to the sky;
And how tempting the bright shore
For young feet to wander o'er.
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She could fancy she had wings
As from rock to rock she springs;
She will run and climb all night
In a dreamland of delight.
As from rock to rock she springs;
She will run and climb all night
In a dreamland of delight.
Ah! dear girl, to such as thee
Life is but a smiling sea,
O'er whose waves Hope gaily throws
Lines of gold or tints of rose.
Life is but a smiling sea,
O'er whose waves Hope gaily throws
Lines of gold or tints of rose.
Life is but a happy strand
Bordered with imaginings grand;
And all eager thou to climb
Up the dangerous rocks of Time.
Bordered with imaginings grand;
And all eager thou to climb
Up the dangerous rocks of Time.
May the angel-hand of Grace
Help thee o'er each slippery place,
Guide thee on thine upward way,
Year by year and day by day;
Help thee o'er each slippery place,
Guide thee on thine upward way,
Year by year and day by day;
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And across Life's changeful sea
May it show that Bridge to thee,
Skyward built by One of old
Not with silver or with gold!
May it show that Bridge to thee,
Skyward built by One of old
Not with silver or with gold!
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