| Harold | beach | man |
| sea-shore | dug | owns |
| went | sand | sailing |
| ships |
Harold went to the sea-shore.
He went with his father and his mother.
It was summer when he went.
The days were long and bright.
He played all day on the beach.
He dug in the sand.
He made hills in the sand.
When he went to bed at night, he heard the sea. [{64}]
He said his prayer beside his mother, and the sea sang him to sleep with its song.
He saw the sea when the sun rose in the morning.
The sun rose above the sea, when the night was gone, and the stars went to sleep.
In the bright morning, he saw the ships sailing on the sea.
No man owns the sea.
God made it, and it is his.
| "The sea is his, and he made it." |
| --Psalms 95:5. |
| THE MOUNTAINS |
| "You should have seen that long hill-range With gaps of brightness riven, How through each pass and hollow streamed The purpling lights of heaven,-- "Rivers of gold-mist flowing down From far celestial fountains,-- The great sun flaming through the rifts Beyond the wall of mountains." |
| --John Greenleaf Whittier |
