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tribe ; of those deposits of the ocean which make the 
heart beat with delight in discovering, and possessing 
them. How vividly that bright moment recurs to 
my remembrance, when the deep, proud sea, first 
rose upon my sight,—when I first heard the loud cry 
of the returning sea-gull; and saw the dancing 
breakers bound upwards, as if in proud defiance of 
the rocks that repelled them. And how pleasingly, 
too, arises the thought of those glad hours when the 
sportive billows threw up their beautiful borders of 
sea-weeds and shells, of long trailing fuci, and light 
grey corallines: when ocean seemed to say—stranger, 
you have, perhaps, travelled far, and seen much of 
groves and gardens, of inland valleys and green hills; 
o, and on whose 
but the earth from which you spring, 
bosom you must lie down to rest, brings not to the 
heart or the fancy, that vivid delight which my ever 
varying productions yield. There is somewhat of 
sadness often blended with all of earth’s productions: 
they fade and change; they tell of by-gone. days, 
and of friends who may not greet again her beautiful 
interchange of fruits and flowers; but mine are 
always new: no sad thoughts are blended with 
them ; for the walks of mortals are not upon my 
fields. — All that my billows throw forth to the 
bright sun-beams, are fresh and beautiful, and it 
