Anniversary Address. 15 



Hurl back thy waves, and merge them in the deep. 



Again, at times smooth as the smoothest glass, 



On its fair bosom clouds of freighted ships 



In safety rest ; while in an hour or less 



All, all are scattered by a sudden gust, 



The shore is strewed with wreck, and happy those 



Who can in time a place of refuge find 



While the storm lasts ; then all again is still. 



And where along this dark and dreary coast, 



Can such a place be found, so near at hand, 



For the half-drown'd and houseless mariner, 



As in the chambers of King Ida's towers. 



Now Bamburgh Castle^ beetling o'er the deep. 



Where thousands have found shelter and a home. 



Admire the darken'd Islands in the sea, 



On whose rugged sides and igneous rocks, 



The whiten'd breakers never cease to play. 



The Crumstone sunk, then rais'd above the sea. 



As the tide flows and re-flows, at each turn 



A foaming mass, or like a mirror smooth, 



Lurking with danger to the hardy crew, 



So fatal is this sunken, rocky shore. 



The other islands studded in the sea, 



In the sun's rays shine out in bold relief ; 



The chapel of the Holy Anchorite, 



Once more restored, and his rude dwelling place. 



The whiten'd walls of the neat trimmed lighthouse, 



And the dull red one farthest out at sea, 



Form a sweet picture, and contrasting well 



With the dry dulness of those Island Shores. 



Then see the churn, which ever and anon. 



Sends up its spray, full fifty feet or more, 



And then falls back for parent strength to seek ; 



Again it rushes, and again sends up 



The huge tall column from the mighty main. 



Well watched by gaping rustics from the shore. 



Observe the vessels sailing to and fro', 



The blacken'd steam boats with long trains of smoke, 



