Morning By The Sea

The night has gone, and all the East'n aflame, flow soft light kisses the sands ot the Western Bay ; The mistR of purple morning are changed to golden vaila Which hang like canopies o'er the break of day. The beach gleams rose in the early nunlight, The ebbing tide still lingers on the (strand, And leaves with gentle touch and low caressing manner A snow-white line npon the silver sand. Oh! mom, thou love of loves and fairest of the fair, When the shades of night from thee and sea are drawn Life begins anew; and all the world is fair, For no world is fairer than the world of sea at dawn.