TO THE 



FIGURE-HEAD OF "THE FOAM." 



i. 



Calm sculptured image of as sweet a face 

 As ever lighted up an English home, — 



Whose mute companionship has deigned to grace 

 Our wanderings o'er a thousand leagues of foam, - 



II. 



Our progress was your triumph duly hailed 

 By ocean's inmates ; herald dolphins played 



Before our stem, tall ships that sunward sailed 

 With stately curtseys due obeisance paid. 



III. 



Fair Fortune's fairer harbinger ! you smoothed 

 Our way before us, through the frantic fling 



Of roystering waves — as once Athene soothed 



The deeps that raged around the wandering King ; 



IV. 



The scowling tempest rose in vain to clutch 



His forked bolts ; you smiled, — they harmless turned 



To sheets of splendour at his palsied touch, 

 And all their anger perished ere it burned. 



