Poems (Howard)/Crescent Beach

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Crescent Beach.
O Crescent Beach! That day shall beA treasured one in memory, That lured me from my distant home, Upon thy lovely shores to roam;
To linger, with enraptured glance O'er ocean 's limitless expanse, Half-wishing that, before my eyes,Fair Aphrodite might arise,
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Or, from their hidden, watery cells In myriad rainbow-colored shells, Nereides, with dripping locks, Might grace the rough, Neptunian rocks,
Defying, in their revelry, That ancient monarch of the sea, Whose trident marks his lordly reign O'er every creature of the main.
I watched the countless-dimpled smile Illuminate thy waters, while The wish, unconscious, half-expressed, That I might find therein sweet rest.
I'd just as soon, beneath the wave Return my life to Him who gave, Or let my bones forever bleach Upon the sands of Crescent Beach.
Throughout the years, each breaking wave Should be a tear-drop o'er my grave, And every scintillating gem Unite to sing my requiem.
Of Him who taught beside the sea Of ever-blessed Galilee, His true disciples meet to teach Beside the waves at Crescent Beach.
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Resounding voices on the shore Commingle with the ocean's roar, And wonderful sweet harmonies Are caught by every passing breeze.
The fragrant, flower-besprinkled sod Re-echoes prayer and praise to God; And Crescent Beach, in beauty crowned, Becomes enchanted, hallowed ground.
They who the Saviour's name revere Shall here unite from year to year, Till o'er our land the fame shall reach Of Christians met at Crescent Beach.
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