RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE .

Forget not the moments
I've wander'd with you,
When Nature was glorious,
And beautiful too.

When the dash of the billow
That broke on the beach,
Made loftier music
Than science can reach.

When the clouds, sailing over
The bright azure sky,
Look'd like structures of glory
That proudly pass'd by.

When the breeze sweeping near us
Seem'd life to impart,
And each glowing sun-beam
Shone into the heart.

O think of those moments,
When home you return!
And the social fire blazing
Before you shall burn

While you, sitting by it,
With many a smile,
And sisterly converse,
The hours shall beguile.

Should fancy then wander,
As wander it will,
May it come back and tell you
I think of you still.

Should you, when 'tis star-light,
Look out on the sky,
And Jupiter's glory
Flash full on your eye; —

Will you then remember
How brightly he shone
In our lone sea-side parlour,
When daylight was gone?

Or, when nights are stormy,
And winter winds high,
When the war of the elements
Sweeps through the sky; —

Should it rouse you from slumber,
May memory awake;
And the sounds that disturb you
Be sweet for its sake.

Be the tone of the tempest
Like that of the sea,
And in pauses of silence
Give one thought to me!