TO MY MATE IN LIFE's VOYAGE. 143 



Girt with many a baron bold 

 And gorgeous dames 



Uprear her ^' starry front." The subtle, the auda- 

 cious, and murder-deahng Leicester stood before 

 me ; I heard the trampHng of horses, and the clan<7- 

 our of trumpets ; the aspiring and lofty-minded men 

 of former times were seen by me as I passed on, and 

 stood in review before me : in dread array appeared 

 the portraiture of Burleigh, of Raleigh, and the re- 

 animated incomparable Sir Philip Sidney ! 



Here, like a shepherd gazing from his hut, 

 Touching his reed, or leaning on his staff, 

 Eager Ambition's fiery chace I see ; 

 I see the circling hunt of noisy men, 

 Burst Law's inclosures, leap the mounds of right. 

 Pursuing and pursued, each other's prey; 

 As wolves for rapine; as the fox for wiles; 

 'Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all ! 



W. E. 



Parkwood. 



TO MY MATE IN LIFE'S VOYAGE. 



Swift bounds the bark o'er Life's eventful Main, 



And it would seem before no prosperous breeze; 



Alone we navigate the stormy seas, 



Yet not the winds shall hear us once complain. 



What, though the happy port we may not gain ? 



We sail together fond and faithfully. 



And little reck we where our rest may be, 



So that we rest an undivided twain. 



For such rough seas yet little seem'st thou fit, 



Beloved one ! my voluntary mate ; 



But dauntless art thou even as delicate ; 



Our hearts in firmness of affection knit, 



Rage wind, and speed the fragile bark along, 



Fate may be hard, but Love is passing strong ! 



Stokes. 



