IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day, br And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er; br I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray, br And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore. br If you could sit with me upon the shore to-day, br And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old, br I think I should not mind the chill baptismal spray, br Nor find my hand and heart and all the world so cold.