WHALEMAN'S HARD LOT. 221 



at sea ! Who does not rather say, with one 

 that knew whereof he spake, 



" Eternal ocean ! old majestic sea ! 

 Ever 1 love from shore to look on thee, 

 And sometimes on thy billowy back to ride, 

 And sometimes o'er thy summer breast to glide ; 

 But let me live on land, where rivers run, 

 Where shady trees may screen me from the sun ; 

 Where I may feel, secure, the fragrant air ; 

 Where, whate'er toil or wearying pains I bear, 



Those Eyes which look away all human ill, 

 May shed on me their still, sweet, constant light, 

 And the hearts I love may, day and night, 



Be found beside and safe and clustering still." 



