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Show The Fisher's Boy. My life is like a stroll upon the beach. As near the ocean's edge as I can go; My tardy steps- Its waves sometimes o'erreach. Sometimes I stay to let them overflow. My sole employment is, and scrupulous care. To place my gain beyond the reach of tides ' Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which Ocean kindly to my hand eon- - fides. I have but few companions on the shore; They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea: Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed o'er Is deeper known upon the strand to me. The middle sea contains no crimson dulse, Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view; Along the shore my hand is on its pulse. And I converse with many a shipwrecked ship-wrecked crew, Henry D. Thososu.. |