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And his wife-by turns she wept and smiled,
-He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll,
Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky. Though the night-shades are gone, yet a vapour dull Bedims the wave so beautiful;
While a low and melancholy moan
Mourns for the glory that hath flown.
THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
WHAT hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells,
We ask not such from thee.
more, the Depths have more!--What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
-Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main; Earth claims not these again!
Yet more, the Depths have more! Thy waves have rolled
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,
-Dash o'er them, Ocean! in thy scornful play,
Yet more! the Billows and the Depths have more!
Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom
To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
A wandering gipsy, Sirs, am I,
No costly rooms or gay attire
Alas! no friend comes near our cot!
But fortunes here I come to tell-
It surely, Sir, must pleasing be
ON TRUE DIGNITY,
"HAIL, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes? Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings. O Solitude! the man who thee foregoes, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs. "Vain man! is grandeur given to gay attire? Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid :To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire? It is thy weakness that requires their aid :To palaces, with gold and gems inlaid?
They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm :— To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade ? Behold the victor vanquished by the worm! Behold what deeds of woe the locust can perform!
"True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind
This strain from 'midst the rocks was heard to flow, In solemn sounds. Now beamed the evening star; And from embattled clouds, emerging slow,
Cynthia came riding on her silver car;
And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar.
EARTH AND HEAVEN.
HAST thou not seen, impatient boy,
Pleasure must be dashed with pain:
And yet, with heedless haste,
Nor hearkens to despair, but tries the bowl again.
From the cursed soil some dangerous taint they bear;
In vain we seek a heaven below the sky;
The world has false but flattering charms:
Earth, with her scenes of gay delight,
But bring the nauseous daubing nigh,
Look up, my soul, pant toward th' eternal hills;
Nor grief disturbs the stream.
That Canaan knows no noxious thing,
Nor roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting.
ENTHRONED Upon a hill of light,
Yet was he sad and lonely here;
In spirit poor, in look forlorn,
A crown of heavenly radiance now,
Seems, at the sound, to grow more bright.
Then, while with visage blank and sear,
The poor in soul we see,
Let us not think what he is here,
But what he soon will be ;
And look beyond this earthly night,