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CUPID, EARTH'S MOST FAVOUR'D GOD. 



Love"still has something of Ihe sea 

 From whence his mother sprung.— Sedlev. 



Cupid, earth's most favour'd God, 



At thy shrine all nations bow ; 

 Thine the wilcls of far Pequod, 



Thine old Sunium's marble brow. 

 Owns not ocean, too, thy power, 



With its billows, fresh and free ? 

 Yes — for e'en mid forest bower, 



" Love has something of the sea.' 



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Calmly sleep the summer waves. 

 As if they would wake no more ; 



Hark ! how the mad tempest raves,- 

 How the billows lash -the shore ! 



Cupid, such thy changeful form — 

 Well doth ocean emblem thee ; 



Even in his calm and storm, 



" Love has somethin^r of the sea." 



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Now its tide serenely flows. 



Now it ebbs, obedient still 

 To some spell, no mortal knows, — 



Nature's superhuman will. 

 As the tide of ocean, so 



Passion's tide of grief or glee ; 

 Spell-bound in his ebb and flow, 

 " Love has something of the sea." 



Weeds that spurn the billows dark. 



Die upon the sunny shore ; 

 Young Affection's stranded bark 



Owns its pride of conquest o'er. 

 To his ocean parent true. 



Ocean-like he needs must be ; 

 Even in his eye of blue 

 " Love has something of the sea." 

 Deer. 1st, 1835. H. B. 



