DOWN BY THE SEA

O, mighty organ of a thousand keys, O’er which the Master’s fingers ever stray! I, listening, hear a myriad melodies Played in the space of one short summer day. The long, low plash of little languid waves, The sweet, sad dirge of softly dying swell, The deep, delicious gurglings in the caves, Hold music that this soul of mine loves well. Full as the human heart of mysteries, Like it responsive to His touch alone, For only He can wake the harmonies Which sleep within thy bosom and mine own.