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Show uuamegMirn'Miiaanpi pamnai i 1 1 in ' N) Rippling' by WAu.1 (HSSUi1!. I NEPTUNE. I watch the oz.y ocean, before my door all day; it fills me with emotion, who once was filled with hay. For years my eyes were gazing on prairlo sightw and scenes, on weary farmers raising their windswept corn and beans, I saw no moonbeams quiver upon up-on a shining sea; some little tinhorn river alone confronted mc. But here the leagues of briny roll on before mi-eyes; mi-eyes; they've washed tho shores of Ghlncy, they'vo slopped where Asia lies. They've swept o'er reefs or coral lo distant blue lagoons, where heathen, teeming cities, they have pursued their way. and heard the pirates' ditties when they went forth- to slay. Thoy whisper and they mumble of vvonder-ous vvonder-ous things they've seen; their language is a jumble of all men's tongues, I ween. They murmur and they mutter while sloshing on the beach, but nil the truths they utter are quite beyond my reach. And so I sit and wonder what messago they'd convey, when they roll up nnd thunder along the beach all day |