AT ST. BEES.
I wandered by thy pebbly beach, St. Bees, -
Thy lovely beach unstained by vulgar man;
And quaffed rich draughts of Heaven's Elysian breeze,
And rendered thanks for God's all-perfect plan.
Away, I said, with festive seaside places,
Their crowds henceforth shall hold no charms for me,
St. Bees shall be the haven of my graces,
For I am peaceful as a soul set free !
No noisy tripper sullies this pur air -
No rowdy throng here desecrates the calm -
All is paradise divinely fair,
All is glad and sanctifying balm.
Here on finds rest and heath and sweet content,
And food for thought at priceless blessings sent !
Chas. F. FORSHAW,
Wasdale House, St. Bees, Sep. 5th 1905
Published by special arrangement.