The Shore

O fair, bright ocean, thy treasures rare,
They dot the shore with a graceful care;
The shells, so light, and the pearls aglow,
Oh to dwell on thy margin, here will I go!

With the tide that ebbs and flows, anew,
As the sands of fortune drift with the blue;
There my heart shall sing, as the waters roll,
In sweet serenade to my wandering soul.

• G L D Mackay