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All night the booming minute-gun
Had peal'd along the deep, And mournfully the rising sun
Look'd o'er the tide-worn steep.
Before the raging blast,
And bow'd her noble mast.
The queenly ship !--brave hearts had striven,
And true ones died with her
Like floating gossamer.
A star once o'er the seas-
And sadder things than these.
We saw her treasures cast away
The rocks with pearls were sown, And strangely sad, the ruby's ray Flash'd out o'er fretted stone.
And gold was strewn the wet sands o'er,
Like ashes by a breeze, And gorgeous robes—but oh! that shore
Had sadder things than these !
We saw the strong man still and low,
A crush'd reed thrown aside-
Not without strife he died.
Till then we had not wept,
That there a mother slept !
For her pale arms a babe had prest,
With such a wreathing grasp,
Yet not undone the clasp.
To wrap the fair child's form,
All tangled by the storm.
And beautiful 'midst that wild scene,
Gleam'd up the boy's dead face,
In melancholy grace.
With half-shut violet eye-
Nought of her agony !
Oh! human Love, whose yearning heart,
Through all things vainly true, So stamps upon thy mortal part
Its passionate adieuSurely thou hast another lot,
There is some home for thee, Where thou shalt rest, remembering not
The moaning of the sea !
A VOYAGER'S DREAM OF LAND.
-His very heart athirst
distant, such as he would die to find
The hollow dash of waves !-the ceaseless roar!
There's a spring in the woods by my sunny
home, Afar from the dark sea's tossing foam ; Oh! the fall of that fountain is sweet to hear, As a song from the shore to the sailor's ear. And the sparkle which up to the sun it throws, Through the feathery fern, and the olive boughs,
And the gleam on its path as it steals away
Be still, thou sea-bird, with thy clanging cry,
Know ye my home, with the lulling sound
The heavy-rolling surge, the rocking mast !