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    EASTER MORN.   Table of Contents     FORGETFULNESS!

Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
Morning Glories

- PART II.--MUSINGS
- THE CITY BY THE SEA.


THE CITY BY THE SEA.


LOVE thee? Yes, I'm sure I love thee,
Dear old city by the sea;
Love thy grandly towering spires,
Love thy matrons and thy sires;
Love thy gallant sons so true,
Love thy genial skies of blue;
Love thy gentle fair-haired daughters;
And the music of thy waters
Flowing gently all around thee.
All are ever dear to me!

Hark! I think I hear the echo,
Of the notes of melody;
And the crimes ecstatic pealing
From St. Michael's o'er me stealing,
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Woos me back to pleasant hours
Spent among the fragrant flowers,
And the ocean's distant roar,
Bursts in music on the shore--
And the snowy white-capped waves,
Every nook and cranny laves,
As thy break in sportive glee,
On the "battery" by the sea!

Of thy fame and vanished glory,
Dear old city by the sea--
All too well I know the story,
When thy deeds where dark and gory.
But the Inchcape bell's low moaning,
Echoes not the sad slave's groaning,
As from Afric's torrid sands,
He was brought in iron bands,
Writhing in his agony,
To the city by the sea!

Through the evening's mellow haze,
Dear old city by the sea,
What a picture meets my gaze,
Relic of departed days!
Standing yet the wave-washed Fort,
From whose walls the loud report
Echoed all around the world--
(Now with stars and stripes unfurled)
Echoed like a bolt of thunder,
Burst the iron bands asunder,
Set the slave at liberty,
In the city by the sea!
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O'er thee broods the calm of peace,
Dear old city by the sea--
"Monitor," and "Ironsides,"
At thy port no longer ride.
But I would forget the past,
Lest a shadow it should cast
O'er my musing sweet of thee,
Dear old city by the sea!
And I love thee, still I love thee,
Ever dear art thou to me!

    EASTER MORN.   Table of Contents     FORGETFULNESS!