HER FIRST SEA VIEW.
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She walked across the glistening sands, Beneath the morning skies, With tangled sea-weed in her hands, And sunshine in her eyes. Far off—as far as she could see— The snowy surges beat, And once—she laughed delightedly— The water kissed her feet. She tossed her pretty curly head— Her lips, half-open buds— "It's mermaids' washing-day," she said; "The sea is full of suds!" Then part in glee, and part in doubt, And wholly in surprise, She added, "When the wash is out, I wonder how it dries?" Martha T. Tyler.