If You Could Sit With Me Beside The Sea To-Day, And Whisper With Me Sweetest Dreamings O'Er And O'Er; I Think I Should Not Find The Clouds So Dim And Gray, And Not So Loud The Waves Complaining At The Shore. If You Could Sit With Me Upon The Shore To-Day, And Hold My Hand In Yours As In The Days Of Old, I Think I Should Not Mind The Chill Baptismal Spray, Nor Find My Hand And Heart And All The World So Cold. If You Could Walk With Me Upon The Strand To-Day, And Tell Me That My Longing Love Had Won Your Own, I Think All My Sad Thoughts Would Then Be Put Away, And I Could Give Back Laughter For The Ocean'S Moan!