"Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, 



Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— 

 Sach as creation's dawn beheld, thou roUest now. 



" Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form 

 Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, — 

 Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm, 

 Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 

 Dark heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, 

 The image of eternity, the throne 



Of the Invisible." 



Btbon. 



