416 LIGHT. 



As when the joyous Ocean gave, 



To meet thy smile, his first-born wave 



With foaming mantle white : 

 Yes ! now thou art as fair to view — 

 When o'er the morning billows blue 



By zephyr gently toss'd. 

 Or o'er the mountain's misty side 

 Thou pour'st the splendour of thy tide — 



Fair Light ! as then thou wast. 



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Most glorious Light ! how glad thy ray 

 To him who ti'eads a trackless way 



Through forests wild and high : 

 When Night displays no planet's gleam 

 To cheer him with its dubious beam. 



And bless his anxious eye ! 

 Or when, upon the midnight wave, 

 (His vessel's and his comrades' grave,) 



The sailor braves the sea. 

 And, grasping some precarious hold. 

 Prays, with his wild eye heavenward roll'd, 



For safety and for thee. 



And glorious art thou, when thy rays 

 Play on the prisoner's startled gaze, 



Dejected, sunk, and wan ; 

 When, from the dungeon and the chain, 

 Freedom to thee and life again 



Restores the wretched man ; 

 Or when upon the couch of woe 

 Sickness, with many a bitter throe 



And dim and wakeful eye. 

 Counts the long night, and raptur'd sees 

 Thy first ray touch the dewy trees, 



And gild the casement high. 



THE SAB ELLA. 



Oct. I2t/i. — PeepiDginto a little crevice of an over- 

 hanging ridge at Hele, within the fissure that leads 



