A Day with the Sea Urchins.

Little boats are flitting
Round the river bend,
While the white-winged sea-gulls
To the haven wend,
And on rosy ripples
Of the flowing tide,
In the sunset glory
Lightly home we ride.
In the sunset glory, etc.

 

“Lips of tiny wavelets
Kiss the shining shore ;
All is sweet and peaceful,—
Day is well-nigh o’er.
Lo, the moon is rising
O’er the cliffs afar ;
On the grey horizon
Hangs the evening star.

OD