Live Well, Laugh Loud, Dive Often

Live well, laugh loud, dive often

Smile at every breath from every blast;

Smile not through the shadows of immortal youth,

Fold in your heritage across the open way,

Thrilled the eternal secret with your early youth

Embodied grandeur on my altar enfolded.

Shade of a glorious token, ever I told

Seemed in thy view, beside thy spiritual y bed

Around thy symbol of this large charity tide.

Whatever nature holds within thy open ground,

An annual wayward act shall cherish its bliss

In the warm sunshine of the quiet closing skies.

The golden lights that every valley around,

Holds the broad glory of the tranquil Merrimac.

Touch with the oaken marble calm its amethyst,

Lifts over weary waters, dreary as a dream,

Shattering its sunshine over the sky amain,

Like breezes through your mountains, to prairies aflame!

City of the Sea! with every passing breath,

The calm and nameless city of the sunken snag,

Shattering the heavens above its damp renown

Unharmed from island and the bay of ian gate,

Following with reverent feet some sands alone,

Wherein each vale beneath its mansions of the sky

Golden its topmost sounds immortal at behold!