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I do not know what made her weep,
 Her blue eyes fill with tears,
Or what sad sorrow pressed her heart,—
 Such sorrow for young years.

I only know she was alone,—
 A watcher by the sea;
And how she listened for some voice
 To echo o'er the lea.

But in my prayer I'll ask for this:
 That God her feet may guide;
That she may find a resting-place
 Beyond life's surging tide.

And still I seem to see, to-night,
 As I gaze far o'er the lea,
The tearful eyes and quivering lips
 Of the "Watcher by the Sea."