Alone I walk'd the ocean strand;
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stoop'd and wrote upon the sand
My name--the year--the day,
As onward from the spot I pass'd,
One lingering look behind I cast;
A wave came rollong high and fast,
And wash'd my lines away.
And so, me thought,'twill shortly be
With every mark on earth from me;
A wave of dark oblivion's sea
Will sweep across the place
Where I have trod the sandy shore
Of time, and been to be no more.
Of me--my day--the name I bore,
To leave nor track nor trace.
And yet, with Him who counts the sands,
And holds the waters in his hands,
I know a lasting record stands,
Inscribed against my name,
Of all this mortal part has wrought,
Of all this thinking soul has thought;
And from these fleeting moments caught
For glory or for shame.
--Hannah F. Gould
Midi - 
"By The Sea"
Copyright 2000 Bruce DeBoer
Used with permission of the composer.
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