TO MY NAME-CHILD

Watching all the mighty whalebones, lying buried
by the breeze,
Tiny sandy-pipers, and the huge Pacific seas.

And remember in your playing, as the sea-fog rolls
to you,

Long ere you could read it, how I told you what
to do;

And that while you thought of no one, nearly half
the world away

Some one thought of Louis on the beach of

Monterey !