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Show Rippling' Rhymes Bj WAIT MASON 'l The Changeful Sea. One day the sea's brilliant blue, and gayly It goes skidding; the next It has a sombre hue, It's motion slow, forbidding. One day I camp upon thi shore and watch It as it surges, and there's such pathos in its roar I feel like crossing dirges. Next day its message is so glad it asks no mortal's pity, and I produce a pen and pad, and spring a buoyant ditty. One day the waters run like wine; in froth and foam they're boiling, the next they have a dismal whine, as though they needed oiling ln' day they're green, and every where the note of mirth's prevailing, the next they're darker thun despair, and every wave 1 1 v. ulllng. Old Ne.ptune has a wondrous won-drous lre, that touches all emotions, and on it. like a house afire, ho plays, among his oceans. Now sweeter sweet-er than the lullabjs of mothers, in lie gloaming; and now the notes like thunder rise along tho Octaves roam lng. Old Neptune, in his solitudes, bis mighty harp Is thrashln'; he has j I a song for all moods, a note for j j every passion. |