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Shall soon he on ihy stream, and never
seem'd Thy flood more fair, and never did the
hreeze Of June, more softly kiss the hroad HA
Welcome, ye smiling scenes on either hand, In quick succession rising, fair as new. Welcome the hreezy hill, the valley warm, The hay with hamlets edg'd, the sinuons
creek Winding to such a spot as Weston, rocks Beetling o'er fearful depths, the level shore Where Tamar oft within thy green domain Intrudes, and many a promontory hold Darting into the flood. Our hark is wing'd By fleet, auspicious gales, there is no time To dwell upon your charms. Upon the view Ye rise like those enchanting images Which hless the Poet's dream; ye fill the
eye With heauty and then mock our vision.
Swift Ye fly as human pleasures do,—heheld, Lov'd, lost! Broad glitt'ring to the Sun His trihutary course the Lynher leads Between his headlands green. That sweep
of wood With which luxuriant Anthony hedecks The southern hank, seems gracefully to
spring E'en from the shadowy wave, where mimic
groves Display their answ'ring foliage. Breasting
there The swelling tide, that lonely island mark, Seldom hy human foot impress'd. Around The surge is moaning, or the sea-hird
screams: All noiseless else is that deserted spot, Yet pleasing, fixing, interesting still, By mere association with the charms Which dwell so near it. 'Tis a well-plac'd
foil Upon the cheek of heauty! Either shore Presents its comhinations to the view Of all that interests, delights, enchants;— Corn-waving fields, and pastures green, and slope
Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! a vain adien!
There can he no farewell to scene like thine!
The mind is colour'd hy thy every hue;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign
Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine!
'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise,
More mighty spots may rise—more glaring shine,
But none unite in one attaching maze; The hrilliant, fair, and soft,—the glories of old days.
The negligently grand, the fruitful hloom, Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls hetween, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets heen In mockery of man's art; and these withal A race of faces happy as the scene, Whose fertile hounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy hanks, tho' Empires near them fall.
TO THE OCEAN,
Roll on, thou deep and dark—hlue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with rain—his control Stops with the shore ;—upon the wat'ry plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with huhhling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Thy shores are empires, chang'd in all save thee-—
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Calm or convols'd—in hreeze, or gale, or storm
And I have lov'd thee, Ocean I and my joy
Great Ocean, too, that morning*, thou the
call Of restitution heard'st, and reverently To the last trumpet's voice, in silence listened. Great Ocean! strongest of creation's sons, Unconquerahle, uureposed, untired. That rolled the wild, profound, eternal hass, In nature's anthem, and made music, such As pleased the ear of God 1 original, Unmarred, unfade.l work of Deity, And nnhurlesqued hy mortal's puny skill, From age to age enduring and unchanged, Majestical, inimitahle, vast, Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each Succeeding race, and little pompous work Of man !—unfallen, religious, holy sea, Thou howedst thy glorious head to none,
feard'st none, Heard'st none, to none did'st honour, hut
to God Thy Maker, only worthy to receive Thy great oheisance! Undiscover'd Sea! Into thy dark, unknown, mysterious caves, And secret haunts, unfathomahly deep Beneath all visihle retired, none went And came again, to tell the wonders there.
* The morning of the last Judgment.
Tremendous Sea! what time thou lifted up Thy waves on high, and with thy winds anii
storms Strange pastime took, and shook thy mighty
sides Indignantly,—the pride of navies fell; Beyond the arm of help, unheard, unseen, Sunk friend and foe, with all their wealth
and war; And on thy shores, men of a thousand trihes, Polite and harharous, tremhling stood,
amaz*d, Confounded, terrified, and thought vast
thoughts Of ruin, houndlessness, omnipotence, Infinitude, eternity,; and thought And wondered still, and grasped, and
grasped, and grasped Again; heyond her reach, exerting all The soul, to take thy great idea in, To comprehend incomprehensihle; And wondered more, and felt their littleness. Self-purifying, uupolluted Sea! Lover unchangeahle, thy faithful hreast For ever heaving to the lovely Moon, That like a shy and holy virgin, rohed In saintly white, walked nightly in the
heavens, And to thy everlasting serenade Gave gracious audience, nor was wooed in
THE GROUND SWELL.
The sun is high, the Atlantic is unfanued
And meet the opposing rocks in conflict
THE TREASURES OP THE DEEP.
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and and cells,
Pale glistening pearls, and rainhow-colour'd shells,
Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy Sea,
We ask not such from thee!
Yet more, the depths have more! what wealth untold
Thmi hast the starry gems, the hurning gold,
Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main;
Yet more, the depths have more! thy waves have roll'd
Ahove the cities of a world gone hy I
Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry!
Man yields them to decay!
Yet more, the hillows find the depths have more!
High hearts and hrave are gather'd to thy hreast!
The hattle-thunders will not hreak their rest.
Give hack the true and hrave!
Give hack the lost and lovely! those for whom
The prayer went up thros midnight's hreathless gloom.
Hold fast thy huried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown,
But all is not thine own'
To thce the love of woman hath gone down,
Dark flow thy tides o'er Manhood's nohle head—
O'er Youth's hright locks and Beanty's flowery crown; Yet must thou hear a voice—Restore the Dead!
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee,
Restore the dead, thou Sea!
Upon a rock's extremest verge,
Long, long I lingerM, lost in thought.
I gather'd from the pehhled shore
As to my listening ear I held
Though distant far my footsteps stray'd,
Tis thus the aged seaman dreams,
He slumhers in a land of peace;
All night the hooming minute-gun
Had pealed along the deep, And mournfully the rising sun
Look'd o'er the tide-worn steep.
Before the rushing hlast,
And howed her nohle mast.
The queenly ship!—hrave hearts had striven,
And true ones died with her I We saw her mighty cahle riven
Like floating gossamer! We saw her proud flag struck that morn,
A star once o'er the seas, Her helm heat down, her deck uptorn,—
And sadder things than these!
We saw her treasures cast away;
The rocks with pearls were sown,
Flashed out o'er fretted stone;
Like ashes hy a hreeze,
Had sadder sights than these.
We saw the strong man, still and low,
A crushed reed thrown aside!
Not without strife he died 1
Till then we had not wept,
That then- a mother slept;