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MY GALVESTON HOME.
Kissing lightly as they flutter Golden-hearted orange flowers.Through the perfumed aisles of summer Gentle winds are blowing free,And across the island softly Come the whispers of the sea;
Bringing to my heart the throbbing Of its grandly solemn deep,Hushing every human murmur To a quiet, restful sleep,Lifting up my soul to heaven With its never-ceasing prayer,Throwing back the tuneful echoes Of the music swelling there.
There is something strangely thrilling In this song from out the sea,Something weirdly sweet and tender In its wailing notes to me.And I love to sit at evening Just outside my cottage door,When the waves break on the silence, Rushing white upon the shore.
