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THE WRECK.

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.
A bark from India's coral strand,

Before the raging blast,
Had vail'd her topsails to the sand,

And bow'd her noble mast.

The queenly ship !--brave hearts had striven,

And true ones died with her
We saw her mighty cable riven,

Like floating gossamer.
We saw her proud flag struck that morn,

A star once o'er the seas-
Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn,

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-
Yet by that rigid lip and brow,

Not without strife he died.
And near him on the sea-weed lay-

Till then we had not wept,
But well our gushing hearts might say,

That there a mother slept !

For her pale arms a babe had prest,

With such a wreathing grasp,
Billows had dash'd o'er that fond breast,

Yet not undone the clasp.
Her very tresses had been flung

To wrap the fair child's form,
Where still their wet long streamers clung,

All tangled by the storm.

And beautiful 'midst that wild scene,

Gleam'd up the boy's dead face,
Like Slumber's trustingly serene,

In melancholy grace.
Deep in her bosóm lay his head,

With half-shut violet eye-
He had known little of her dread.

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
To gaze at Nature in her green array,
Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd
With visions prompted by intense desire ;
Fair tields appear below, such as he left

distant, such as he would die to find
He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more.

CowPER.

The hollow dash of waves !-the ceaseless roar!
Silence, ye billows-vex my soul no more!

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
Into deeper shades from the sultry day,
And the large water-lilies that o'er its bed
Their pearly leaves to the soft light spread,
They haunt me!- I dream of that bright spring's

flow,
I thirst for its rills, like a wounded roe.

Be still, thou sea-bird, with thy clanging cry,
My spirit sickens as thy wing sweeps by !

Know ye my home, with the lulling sound
Of leaves from the lime and the chesnut round?
Know ye it, brethren, where bower'd it lies,
Under the purple of southern skies ?
With the streamy gold of the sun that shines
In through the cloud of its clustering vines,
And the breath of the fainting myrtle-flowers,
Borne from the mountains in dewy hours,
And the fire-fly's glance through the darkening

shades,
Like shooting stars in the forest-glades,
And the scent of the citron at eve's dim fall
Speak!-have ye known, have ye felt them all ?

The heavy-rolling surge, the rocking mast !
Hush !-give my dream's deep music way, thou

blast!

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