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The sea, from silvery white to deepest blue, Changed 'neath the changing colors of the sky; The distant light-house broke upon the view, And the long land-point spread before the eye.
Clear as a mirror lay the rock-bound cove; Far off, one blasted pine against the sky
Lifted its scraggy form; the crow above Flapped his black wings, and wound his long shrill cry.
I paced the beach like some sleep-waking child,
SARAH C. E. MAYO.
SUNRISE ON THE SEA-COAST.
It was the holy hour of dawn:
O sacred balm of summer dawn,
When odors from the new-mown lawn
Blend with the breath of sky and sea,
Alone upon a rock I stood,
I felt a deep, expectant hush
The approach of some great spectacle,
Lent glory to the victor's march;
As on their snowy plumes the beams
O Father! 'tis on Thee I call;
C. T. BROOKS.
THE rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
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 splendor 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,
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 fleece.