156 CLASSICAL MODERN POETRY. 



Yet not alone ; on ocean's breast, 



Though no green islet glows, 

 No sweet refreshing spot of rest 



Where fancy may repose, 

 Nor rock, nor hill, nor tower, nor tree 

 Breaks the blank solitude of sea. 



No ! not alone ; her beauteous shade 



Attends her noiseless way, 

 As some sweet memory, undecay'd, 



Clings to the heart for aye, 

 And haunts it, wheresoe'er we go, 

 Through every scene of joy and woe. 



And not alone ; for day and night 



Escort her o'er the deep, 

 And round her solitary flight 



The stars their vigils keep; 

 Above, below, are circling skies, 

 And heaven around her pathway lies. 



And not alone ; for hopes and fears 



Go with her wandering sail ; 

 And bright eyes watch, through gathering tears.. 



The distant cloud to hail ; 

 And prayers for her, at midnight lone, 

 Ascend, unheard by all, save One. 



And not alone ; with her bright dreams 



Are on the pathless main ; 

 And o'er its moan earth's woods and streams 



Put forth their choral strain ; 

 When sweetly are her ^lumberers blest 

 With visions of the land of rest. 



And not alone ; for round her glow 



The vital light and air, 

 And something that, in whispers low, 



Tells to man's spirit there, 

 Upon her waste and weary road, 



A present, all-pervading God ! 



MALCOLM. 



