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In each sail that skims the horizon,

In each landward-blowing breeze,
1 behold that stately galley,

Hear those mournful melodies
Till my soul is full of longing

For the secret of the sea,
Anil the heart of the great ocean

Sends a thrilling pulse through Le.

TWILIGHT.
THE twilight is sad and cloudy,

The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds

Flash the white caps of the sea.
But in the fisherman's cottage

There shines a ruddier light,
And a little face at the window

Peers out into the night.
Close, close it is pressed to the window,

As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,

To see some form arise.
And a woman's waving shadow

Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,

Now bowing and bending low.
What tale do the roaring ocean),

And the night-wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,

Tell to that little child ?
And why do the roaring ocean,

And the night-wind, wild and bleak,
As they beat at the heart of the mother,

Drive the colour from her cheek?

SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT,*

SOUTHWARD with fleet of ice

Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and fast blew the blast,

And the east-wind was his breath. * "When the wind abated and the vessels were near enough, the Admiral wak seen constantly sitting in the stern, with a book in his hand. On the 9th of Sep. tember he was seen for the last time, and was heard by the peop!e of the Hind

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His lordly ships of ice

Glistened in the sun;
On each side, like pennons wide

Flashing crystal streamlets run.
His sails of white sea-mist

Dripped with silver rain;
But where he passed there were cast

Leaden shadows o'er the main.
Eastward from Campobello

Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed;
Three days or more seaward he bore,

Then, alas! the land wind failed.
Alas! the land-wind failed,

And ice-cold grew the night;
And never more, on sea or shore,

Should Sir Humphrey see the light.
He sat upon the deck,

The Book was in his hand;
“Do not fear! Heaven is as near,

He said, “ by water as by land !'
In the first watch of the night,

Without a signal's sound,
Out of the sea, mysteriously,

The fleet of Death rose all around.
The moon and the evening star

Were hanging in the shrouds;
Every mast, as it passed,

Seemed to rake the passing clouds.
They grappled with their prize,

At midnight black and cold!
As of a rock was the shock;

Heavily the ground-swell rolled.
Southward, through day and dark,

They drift in close embrace,
With inist and rain, to the Spanish Main ;

Yet there seems no change of place.
Southward, for ever southward,

They drift through dark and day;
And like a dream, in the Gulf-stream

Sinking, vanish all away. to say, 'We are as near heaven by sea as by land. In the following night, the lights of the ship suddenly disappeared. The people in the other vessel kept a good look out for him during the remainder of the voyage. On the 22nd of September they arrived, through much tempest and peril, at Falmouth. But nothing more was seen or heard of the Almiral," —BELKNAP's American Biography, i. 203. THE LIGHTHOUSE.

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,

And on its outer point, some miles away, The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,

A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides,

Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides

In the white lip and tremor of the face. And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,

Through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light

With strange, unearthly splendour in its glare! Not one alone; from each projecting cape

And perilous reef along the ocean's verge, Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,

Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge. Like the great giant Christopher it stands

Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,

The night-o'ertaken mariner to save.
And the great ships sail outward and return,

Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn,

They wave their silent welcomes and farewells. They come forth from the darkness, and their sails

Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils,

Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze. The mariner remembers when a child,

On his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink; And when, returning from adventures wild,

He saw it rise again o'er ocean's brink. Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same

Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on for evermore that quenchless flame,

Shines on that inextinguishable light!
It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp
The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of

peace; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,

And hold it up, and shake it like a Aeece.

The startled waves leap over it; the storm

Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, And steadily against its solid form

Press the great shoulders of the hurricanc. The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din

Of wings and winds and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within,

Dashes himself against the glare, and dies. A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,

Still grasping in his hand the fire of Jove, It does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,

But hails the mariner with words of love. “Sail on!" it says, “sail on, ye stately ships !

And with your floating bridge the ocean span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse,

Be yours to bring man nearer unto man!”

THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD.

We sat within the farmhouse old,

Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold,

An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,-

The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,The lighthouse, -the dismantled fort,

The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night,

Descending, filled the little room; Our faces faded from the sight,

Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene,

Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been,

And who was changed, and who was dead; And all that fills the hearts of friends,

When first they feel, with secret pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,

And never can be one again;
The first slight swerving of the heart,

That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,

Or say it in too great excess.

The very tones in which we spake

Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make

A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips,

As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships,

The flames would leap and then expire. And, as their splendour flashed and failed,

We thought of wrecks upon the main,
Of ships disınasted, that were hailed

And sent no answer back again.
The windows, rattling in their frames, –

The ocean, roaring up the beach,-
The gusty blast, -the bickering flames,-

All mingled vaguely in our speech;
Until they made themselves a part

Of fancies floating through the brain, -
The long-lost ventures of the heart,

That send no answer back again.
O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned !

They were indeeil too much akin,
The driftwood fire without that burned,

The thoughts that burned and glowed within.

By the Fireside.

RESIGNATION.
THERE is no flock, however watched and tended,

But one dead lamb is there !
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

But has one vacant chair !
The air is full of farewells to the dying,

And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,

Will not be comforted !
Let us be patient! These severe afflictions

Not from the ground arise,
But oftentimes celestial benedictions

Assume this dark disguise.

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