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From the strong will, and the endeavor
That for ever Wrestles with the tides of fate; From the wreck of hopes far-scattered,
Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ;
Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
They, like hoarded
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
Look what immortal floods the sunset pours Upon us–Mark! how still (as though in
dreams Bound) the once wild and terrible ocean
seems! How silent are the winds! no billow roars; But all is tranquil as Elysian shores. The silver margin which aye runneth round The moon-enchanted sea, hath here no sound; Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors ! What! is the giant of the ocean dead, Whose strength was all unmatched beneath
the sun ? No: he reposes ! Now his toils are done; More quiet than the babbling brooks is he. So mightiest powers by deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
There, with its waving blade of green, Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the The sea-flag streams through the silent water,
And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord
To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter. With the motion and the roar
There, with a light and easy motion, Of waves that drive to shore,
The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep One spirit did ye urge
sea; The Mystery—the Word:
And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone,
And when the ship from his fury flies, A tale of mourning tells
Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, Tells of man's woe and fall,
When the wind-god frowns in the marky His sinless glory fled.
skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore;
Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, Then turn thee, little bird, and take thy flight Where the waters murmur tranquilly,
The purple mullet and gold-fish rove Where the complaining sea shall sadness
Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. bring
JAMES GATES PERCITAL Thy spirit never more.
Come, quit with me the shore
RICHARD HENRY DANA.
The sunlight glitters keen and bright,
Where, miles away,
Lies stretching to my dazzled sight
A luminous belt, a misty light,
Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of Deep in the wave is a coral grove,
sandy gray. Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove; Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of
The tremulous shadow of the sea ! blue
Against its ground That never are wet with falling dew,
Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree, But in bright and changeful beauty shine
Still as a picture, clear and free, Far down in the green and glassy brine. The floor is of sand, like the mountain drift, With varying outline mark the coast for
miles around. And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow; From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows On-on-we tread with loose-flung rein flow;
Our seaward way, The water is calm and still below,
Through dark-green fields and blossoming For the winds and waves are absent there,
grain, And the sands are bright as the stars that Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane, glow
And bends above our heads the flowering, In the motionless fields of upper air.
Ha! like a kind hand on my brow
I sit alone; in foam and spray
Wave after wave
Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, While through my being seems to flow Beneath like fallen Titans lay, The breath of a new life—the healing of the Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy seas!
cleft and cave.
Now rest we, where this grassy mound
What heed I of the dusty land
And noisy town?
I see the mighty deep expand
From its white line of glimmering sand With long and tangled moss, and weeds with To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves
shuts down! cool spray wet.
And all we shrink from now may seem
No new revealing-
TO SENECA LAKE.
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
As down he bears before the gale.
May have its dawning;
The dipping paddle echoes far, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's And flashes in the moonlight gleam, new morning.
And bright reflects the polar star.