CHORUS.
Where the deep blue glassy ocean,
Rippling, murmurs pleasantly,
Where it raves in wild commotion,
Calm or tempest, there am I.
Where the crab, with slant meand'ring,
Crawls o'er tangled weeds his way,
Or herring-shoals delight in wand'ring,
There it is I seek my prey.
Where the deep blue glassy, &c.
Nets and lines and tackle ready,
Sailing with the early dawn,
Boatmen see me skim the eddy,
And hail a brother fisherman.
Where the deep blue glassy, &c.
28. The Sea-side.
When in my sweet childhood that's gone
I stood by the side of the main,
At ev'ry new wave that roll'd on,
I wonder'd and wonder'd again;
As I gather'd the shells on its shore,
As I gaz'd on the vessels at sea,
The mystery grew more and more,
And could not interpreted be.
The thoughts which my childhood beguil'd
Were an emblem, I well perceive how;
As I thought of the sea when a child,
So I think of eternity now.
I stand by the side of its sea,
I gather the shells on its shore;
But its depths are mysterious to me
As the depths of the ocean of yore.
