The cheering sea-breeze fans my cheek

The cheering sea-breeze fans my cheek, As o’er the thick-strewn furze I seek A pathway to the glorious ocean, Whose waters glow in peaceful motion; Spreading wide her whit’ning wings The startled seagull soaring springs, And mingles in the clouds away As morning melts into the day. And now I stand on Whitberry’s steep, And gaze upon the mighty deep, Where trembles ’neath the wild wave’s shock, St Baldred’s cradle in the rock; On which his venerable form Once rode the billows of the storm.