To the smooth beach, the silver sea
Comes rippling in a thousand smiles,
And back again runs murmuringly,
>To break around yon distant isles.
The sunshine, through a floating veil
Of golden clouds, looks o'er the wave,
And gilds, far off, the outline pale,
Of many a rocky cape and cave,
The breath of spring comes balmily
Over the newly-blossom'd earth;