In memory only, would rapture bring.
Engagements of course will sometimes arise;
But the joy is still in the coming back;
And sometimes he dines with us (Jack Devize),
And sometimes my husband dines out with Jack.
Under the cliff with its towering crest,
Where the wandering sea has fill'd the space,
A sweet little village has made its nest,
A sort of miniature watering place.
Scarcely a mile by the upper cliff way—