Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2094/July

, beside the everlasting sea, Whose waves are creeping up the level sand And gently breaking on the pebbled strand, How great a bliss existence seems to be! There is no cloud in all the sky above; The deep blue sea, with white sails overspread, Reflects the glowing sunlight overhead, As if responding to its smiles of love. All things are bright and beautiful around, And happy children, in their joyous play, Are adding music to this glorious day, Their sunny hair with wreaths of wild flow'rs crowned. The earth, the sea, the sky, with grateful voice Are praising God, and bidding man rejoice.