Where I gather’d shells of yore.
Hears my mother’s gentle warning,
As she took me on her knee;
And I feel again life’s morning,
In the Cottage by the Sea.
In the Cottage by the Sea, &c.
What though years rolled above me,
Though ’mid fairer scenes I roam,
Yet I ne’er shall cease to love thee,
Childhood’s dear and happy home!