Back to that time of feud and war;
The contrast makes us prize this age,
Ruled o’er by Peace’s brightest star!
A Sea-Side Wish.
The sun shines clear on the sea,
All calm beneath his ray;
And the tiny waves, with musical sound,
O’er the winding sand-beach ripple around,
And with the shingle play.
Oh! that I a mermaid were,