5.

The wind is piping on our beam-it freshens to a gale;

Cheer up! the Lily loves the storm, spare not an inch of sail;

I'm prouder here her course to steer, and feel her 'neath me spring,

Than that I were a belted earl, or an anointed king!

6.

But Bembridge ledge we've weather'd close, and bright before us spread
There's many a gallant ship, I ween, hard anchor'd at Spithead.
Proud tamers of the subject sea! my heart leaps up in pride,
As your stately shadows come and go upon the weltering tide.

7.

Your flag has waved in every clime; -where, wafted many a mile,
Comes the sweet scent of summer flowers from some fair Indian isle;
It waved where chilly icebergs float 'mid Greenland's ceaseless surge,
And where the tortured Baltic howls 'neath Winter's icy scourge.

8.

Pour'd ye the thunder of your power where bold St Vincent led?
Was yours the might that crown'd with light intrepid Rodney's head?
Was yours the rush of mighty wings that sounded through the sky,
When Nelson gave to Trafalgar the name that cannot die?

9.

Athwart the brine, in snowy line, on, on my Lily flies,

Oh! not more stately bounds the deer where Athole's forests rise-
The harbour's mouth we've gain'd, my lads! down canvass! bear a hand;
Quick! slack the sheets! - she touches now! I spring on Portsmouth strand!

TRIP THE SECOND.

Wherein the Lily proceedeth in quest of what seemed from the Shore to be a

1.

Shipwrecked Mariner.

Oh God! there's something takes its The Lily through the breakers flies,

Wherein the Lily coasteth five miles to the Westward, and cometh home again.

TRIP THE FOURTH.

Wherein the Lily visiteth a stranded Ship.

1.

THE cheeriest spot in all the earth,
The happiest nook of all to me,
Is by mine own familiar hearth,
When storms are on the sea.

Loud let the tempests howl, we give no heed-
No argosies are ours propitious gales to need.

2.

The sea sings gloriously for aye

Its own wild triumph song of pow'r;

Tempest or calm it knows no stay,
Mid-day nor midnight hour:

In the great voice we live-it girds us round
As doth the vital air-an atmosphere of sound.

3.

It seems as if it fill'd my heart;

For if, perchance, I inland roam,

Never one moment will depart

That glorious voice of home

My spirit is subdued by it; I crave

Needful as food or rest that murmuring of the wave.

4.

Ye dwellers by the silent lakes,

Where the dull waters lifeless lie,

And when the wind its fury wakes
Utter no sound nor cry-

Speak they their rage in thunder? and their glee
In passionate laughter hoarse, like the rejoicing sea?

5.

With life, with soul the sea is fraught-
I've seen its countenance grow dim,
Darken'd by some most cruel thought,
As might some tyrant's grim-

Some Alva, when the shape of murder first
O'ershadow'd his pale cheek, as from his heart it burst.

6.

In its fierce joy it seems to scoff;

When its quick ear hath caught the roar

Of battling hurricanes far off

On mid-Atlantic's floor,

It feels the stormy tremor of their wrath,

And rears its crested waves ere yet they've cross'd its path.

7.

Sleep on, the sated serpent falls,

And sleep falls on the wearied main;

And though the wind its challenge calls,

It answers not again:

'Neath the high shadowing ledge it loves to lie,

And on the rock-strewn shore waves sing its lullaby.

8.

One night, on its uneasy bed,

Our ocean grimly slept and heaved;

And o'er its clammy face was spread

A mist, so thickly weaved

Ye could not pierce its woof-it cover'd all,

As Ocean had been dead, and this had been its pall,

9.

I sat within my chimney nook,

With a bright fire of books a store;

A man rush'd in, with startled look-
"A great ship's come ashore!

Close to the cliff she lies we heard the sound,
As 'mid the rocks she came, and now she's fast aground!"

10.

"Rouse Bonchurch up!-no moment waste

Bring lights," I cried, " and man the boat!"

And down I rush'd in breathless haste

The Lily rock'd afloat!

Six gallant lads jump'd in, and round she flew,
Piercing the vapoury mist, and instant hid from view.

11.

Impetuous o'er the shingly beach

I struggled onward to Dunnose,

And strain'd my eyes the ship to reach,

But not an object rose

And yet so close she lay, we heard the sound

Of seamen's trampling feet winding the capstan round.

12.

Voices we heard, but nought we saw,
So thick the mist around her fell;

It fill'd our beating hearts with awe,
For soon we mark'd full well

The tide was ebbing fast; and there she lay,

By rocks encompass'd round, to wait the coming day.

13.

If but a ripple lightly rise

If but the gentlest south wind blow;

In that same hour a wreck she lies

Down the brave ship must go!

But hark! the boat has near'd her, shouts we hear,

Our men have reach'd the deck, and see, it 'gins to clear !

14.

Slowly, like mighty curtain raised

To give some dreaded thing to view,

Uprose the mist; and, as we gazed,

Clearer and clearer grew

The outline of a vessel, looming vast,

With all her canvass set, with sails on every mast.

15.

Like phantom of a ship it seems,

Draped in its solemn mist and cloud;

How glimmer 'neath the lanthorn's gleams
White sail and dripping shroud!

But lo! like spectre pale, that mocks our fears,
It folds its mantle round, and slowly disappears.

16.

All night the Lily round her plied,
To aid that vessel in her need-

Six gallants staid on board, and vied

In zeal and perilous deed

Toiling to warp her off, to clear the sails,

Aiding the o'erwearied crew-but nought their strength avails.