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By the Seaside.
And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair,With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.Like a beauteous barge was she,Still at rest on the sandy beach,Just beyond the billow's reach;But heWas the restless, seething, stormy sea!
Ah, how skilful grows the handThat obeyeth Love's command!It is the heart, and not the brain,That to the highest doth attain,And he who followeth Love's behestFar exceedeth all the rest!
Thus with the rising of the sunWas the noble task begun,And soon throughout the ship-yard's boundsWere heard the intermingled sounds