In a far off hamlet near the sea Where billows oft, in days of storm, and Nights of darkness rush reckless to the shore; Where tall, white cliffs like watchmen keep A life-long vigil; Oft when the morning Sunbeams gild their lofty peaks they seem Like massive crystal vases adorned with Rays of gold.
Hard-by those snowy cliffs, Shielded safe from cutting winds and icy Blasts, stood an humble, unpretending cot, Its low, thatched roof of matted moss Glimmered, when the morning sun brightened Up the valley, and cast its rays aslant through The tiny windows ignorant of glass. Its well- Scrubbed floor shone like polished wood; And all around an air of quiet, peace and Love, prevailed.