“ Hail to thy face and odours, glorious Sea! 
“"Twere thanklessness in me to bless thee not, 
Great 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. 
E’en 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 ecstasies of song, 
For these wild headlands, and the sea-mew’s clang. 
_ “The spirit of the universe in thee 
Is visible, thou hast in thee the life— 
The eternal, graceful, and majestic life 
Of nature: and the natural human heart 
Is therefore bound to thee with holy love.”—Campbel/. . 
