THB sea-son's dittt. 63 



Or do the bright flashes 



Of false woman's eye 

 Engage thy weak fancy 



In dr earnings of joy ? 

 A flash far more dazzling — 



A faith none upbraid — 

 Lurks in the bright steel 



Of my trusty keen blade ; 

 And the soul-stirring mirth 



Of the glorious mellde. 

 When brand kisses brand, 

 'Mid the vile Paynira band. 

 To brim fills the cup 



Of the Sea- Son's glee. 

 Dull Wooer ! I scorn thee. 



And yet, truckling slave. 



There is sweeter untold 

 Which the Sea-Son inherits 



Who dares to be bold ; 

 Tis the spell that entrances — 



The luminous glow 

 That irradiates our track 



And encircles our prow; 

 Ay ! Freedom, the birthright 



And pride of tlie sea. 

 On the proud wave upcurled 

 Her flag has unfurled. 

 While the Sea-Sons exclaim 



" We are free ! we are free !" 

 Vile Earthlinq ! I scorn thee. 



■OlM. 



