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A. C. FAIRLIE.
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A HOME BY THE SHORE.
O for a home on the sandy shore,
Where the green waves sing—for evermore;
For the breezes free,
On the rolling sea,
Are like Æolian harps to me.
O for to list while the wild winds rave,
As they sweep along o'er the curling wave,
Where the sea-mews roam
O'er the snowy foam,
And swiftly skim to their briny home.
O for a sail with the sloping mast,
And to merrily fly before the blast,
When skimming along
The billows among,
That curling foam to the wild waves' song.
A. C. Fairlie.
