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God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! How gladly greet I thee once more! Ships, and waves, and ceaseless motion, And men rejoicing on thy shore.
Dissuading spake the mild physician,
'Those briny waves for thee are death! But my soul fulfilled her mission,
And lo! I breathe untroubled breath!
Fashion's pining sons and daughters
Who seek the crowd they seem to fly, Trembling they approach thy waters;
And what cares Nature, if they die?
Me a thousand hopes and pleasures,
Dreams (the soul herself forsaking),
A blessed shadow of this earth!
O ye hopes, that stir within me,
God is with me, God is in me!
WHITE-CAPT waves far round the Ocean,
The rosy light through the morning's portals Tinges your crests with an August hue; Calling on us, thought-prisoned mortals, Thus to live in the moment too.
For, graceful creatures, you live by dying,
And in wildest freedom strict rule obey.
Show us your art, O genial daughters
Of solemn Ocean, thus to combine Freedom and force of rolling waters With sharp observance of law divine.
J. F. CLARKE.
SEA-VIEW FROM ST. LEONARD'S.
HAIL to thy face and odors, glorious Sea! 'Twere thanklessness in me to bless thee not, Great beauteous Being! in whose breath and smile My heart beats calmer, and my very mind Inhales salubrious thoughts. How welcomer Thy murmurs than the murmurs of the world! Though like the world thou fluctuatest, thy din To me is peace, thy restlessness repose. Ev'n gladly I exchange yon spring-green lanes With all the darling field-flowers in their prime, And gardens haunted by the nightingale's Long trills and gushing ecstacies of song, For these wild headlands and the sea-mew's clang.
With thee beneath my windows, pleasant sea!
The eagle's vision cannot take it in :
The lightning's wing, too weak to sweep its space, Sinks half-way o'er it like a wearied bird:
It is the mirror of the stars, where all
Nor on the stage
Of rural landscape are there lights and shades
Cameleon-like thou changest, but there's love
And brook'st commandment from the heavens alone For marshalling thy waves.
Yet, potent sea! How placidly thy moist lips speak ev'n now Along yon sparkling shingles! Who can be So fanciless, as to feel no gratitude
That power and grandeur can be so serene,
Earth has her gorgeous towns; the earth-circling sea
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