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THE COAST-GUARD'S STORY.
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But the one to whom living meant only pain,
Was the one to be laden with life again.
Many a year has vanished ;
Grey is the coast-guard now,
With a shadowy smile in his tender eyes,
Strength on his patient brow.
Still at his work he paces,
Watching the whole night long ;
And the birds, his companions, asleep on high,
Hear not his passionate song.
" Only over the sea,
Only over the sea !
There my love doth dwell, she that loves me well,
Waiting and looking for me."
