. St. Nicholas [serial]. PRACK OF ST. GERMAIN. BY THE SHORE BY MRS. SCHUYLER VAN RENSSELAER. When tired of building forts and walls and ditching them about,I sit upon the sand and watch the tide flow in or out; And always at the edge are waves, always, though there may beNo ripples on the water near, no tossing out at sea. They may be little, little waves, perhaps an inch in height,Yet they can rise and curl and fall and plash as big ones might. Just as one dies another comes, and always more and more,And ever runs their whispering voice along the quiet shore. At night, when all is hid away in
. St. Nicholas [serial]. PRACK OF ST. GERMAIN. BY THE SHORE BY MRS. SCHUYLER VAN RENSSELAER. When tired of building forts and walls and ditching them about,I sit upon the sand and watch the tide flow in or out; And always at the edge are waves, always, though there may beNo ripples on the water near, no tossing out at sea. They may be little, little waves, perhaps an inch in height,Yet they can rise and curl and fall and plash as big ones might. Just as one dies another comes, and always more and more,And ever runs their whispering voice along the quiet shore. At night, when all is hid away in darkness, still I knowThey curl and break, and up and down their little distance go. And even in winter, I am sure, when I am far away,There s surf upon the beach, or else my tiny waves at play.
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