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V. ESKMEALS.
Oh, joy, where sea and river waters meet,To watch how swift the wading dotterels ply
Their rosy stilts in pools of bluest sky,
To hear cool sprinklings from their dainty feet!
To lean and listen to the flutings sweet
Of sandpiper, or sad-voiced plover's cry;
While the grave heron at his fishery
Gleams like a silver sickle through the heat!
Blest be the tide that bared these tawny shelves,
For such a world of food and innocent play!
Man, weary man, with sorrow digs and delves,
But is not glad in winning bread, as they,
Who wait on God, and, careless of themselves,
Take that which Nature else had thrown away.
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