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SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT.*
SOUTHWARD with fleet of ice
His lordly ships of ice
Eastward from Campobello
Alas! the land-wind fail'd,
The moon and the evening star
* Uncle of Sir W. Raleigh. He was wrecked on his return from an unsuccessful attempt to form one of the earliest settlements in America.
They grappled with their prize,
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters, like a veil
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale, And the dim desolate : twelve
days had Fear Been their familiar, and now Death was here.
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell —
Then shriek’d the timid, and stood still the brave;
As eager to anticipate their grave;
And down she sucks with her the whirling wave,
Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash
Save the wild wind and the reinorseless dash
Accompanied with a convulsive splash,
There were two fathers in this ghastly crew,
And with them their two sons, of whom the one Was more robust and hardy to the view;
But he died early ; and when he was gone, His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw
One glance on him, and said, “Heaven's will be done ! I can do nothing," and he saw him thrown Into the deep without a tear or groan.
The other father had a weaklicr child,
Of a soft cheek, and aspect delicate ; But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloft his fate;
As if to win a part from off the weight
And o'er him bent his sire, and never raised
His eyes from off his face, but wiped the foam From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed;
And when the wishı’d-for showers at length did come, And the boy's eyes, which the dull film half glazed,
Brighten'd, and for a moment seemed to roam,
And look'd upon it long; and when at last
Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past, He watch'd it wistfully, until away,
'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas cast; Then he himself sank down all dumb and shivering, And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering.
TO THE OCEAN. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, from which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery 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 bubbling groanWithout a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried
realms to deserts : not so thou:
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
THE CATARACT OF LODORE.
HERE it comes sparkling,
Its tumult and wrath in,
Now striking and raging,
As if a war waging,
Rising and leaping,
Around and around,
With endless rebound;
Reeding and speeding,