POEMS.
21
And, in remembrance of the smile,
We should forget the tear:
Nor turn with slighting from the past
To greet the coming year.
R. A.
We should forget the tear:
Nor turn with slighting from the past
To greet the coming year.
R. A.
THE SONG OF THE WAVES.
When the sky is drear as night,
And the winds with fury roar,
We come in our giant might
To lash the trembling shore.
Ha! ha! we come from an ocean home,
With our snow-white crests of glancing foam;
And ever our song, as we hurry along,
Is, "Hail to the rolling waves!"
And the winds with fury roar,
We come in our giant might
To lash the trembling shore.
Ha! ha! we come from an ocean home,
With our snow-white crests of glancing foam;
And ever our song, as we hurry along,
Is, "Hail to the rolling waves!"
We play with the stately bark,
When lull'd by the zephyr's breath;
But beneath the tempest dark
Our touch is the clasp of death.
Ha! ha! we fly with a fearful cry,
Startling the clouds as we pass them by;
And still is our song, as we whirl along,
"Hail to the foaming waves!"
When lull'd by the zephyr's breath;
But beneath the tempest dark
Our touch is the clasp of death.
Ha! ha! we fly with a fearful cry,
Startling the clouds as we pass them by;
And still is our song, as we whirl along,
"Hail to the foaming waves!"
