92 TRAVEL, ADVENTURE, AND SPORT. 



Dark powers of evil ! whether born 

 Of earth, or springing from the worn, 



Decaying souls of men, 

 Back to your gloomy prison-caves, 

 Or linger by Celestial graves, 



Ye come not here again. 



Far on the bright Atlantic seas 



The sunshine gleams, the favouring breeze 



Wafts white-winged vessels home ; 

 Grouped at the prow the sailors stand, 

 Their faces lighten as the land 



Gleams through the fresh'ning foam. 



Here, by the old Pacific coast, 



In darkness goodly ships are tossed, 



Till darkness turned to day ; 

 Beneath the lurid flash of light, 

 Amid the pallor of the night, 



They hold their perilous way. 



But over ocean, mount, and lawn, 

 There streams the rosy-coloured dawn, 



The golden light of heaven. 

 Darker the clouds that o'er us lower, 

 And gloomier the midnight hour, 



A brighter day is given. 



Before this night, when the patient began to get 

 better, he had been attended by an elderly I-sliancj 

 or Chinese physician, who, with his hood on, looked 

 like a doctor of the middle ages, and appeared pre- 

 ternaturally wise as lie felt the four pulses and gravely 



