IF you could sit with me beside the sea
to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er
and o'er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and
gray,
And not so loud the waves complaining at the
shore.

If you could sit with me upon the shore to-day,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old,

I think I should not mind the chill baptismal
spray,
Nor fine my hand and heart and all the world
so cold.

If you could walk with me upon the strand to-day,
And tell me that my longing love had won your
own,
I think all my sad thoughts would then be put
away,
And I could give back laughter for the Ocean's
moan!

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