THE WATERING-PLACES OF ENGLAND.
Serene and fair is Battersea,
As it breasts the river's side;
While past it, gushing fast and free,
There flows the limpid tide!
How smooth the water at its base,
No mirror could be flatter;
Named, from the softness of its face,
The sea, the sea of Batter!
But let us cross the shining main,
Which heaves with gentle swell;
And we the fertile shore shall gain
That skirts the sea of Chel.
Within the water, when 'tis clear,
We can extremely well see
The image of the Iron Pier,—
Then hail to merry Chelsea!
The hardy mariner may boast
Of voyage long and far;
To where, upon the Greenwich coast,
Reclines the worn-out tar.
The perils of the vasty deep,
The shore with shelving ridges,
I will avoid, and always keep
On this side of the bridges.