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THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells ?
We ask not such from thee.
Yet more, the depths have more !—what wealth un
told, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! ---Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful
Earth claims not these again.
Yet more, the depths have more! thy waves have
Man yields them to decay.
Yet more! the billows and the depths have more !
Give back the true and brave!
Give back the lost and lovely!—those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless
gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried' isles, thy towers o'erthrown
But all is not thine own.
To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
-Restore the dead, thou sea!
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path-
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell,