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and opportunity to live and grow in the rough, tumul- 

 tuous and stormy sea. But you will not long have 

 been an observer of the ways of Old Ocean without 

 often seeing what the Poet has so finely told in the 

 following lines : 



SEA TANGLE. 



"Go show to earth your power!" the East Wind cried 

 Commanding ; and the swift submissive seas, 

 In ordered files, like liqtiid mountains, glide. 

 Moving from sky to sky with godlike ease. 



Below a cliff, where mused a little maid, 



It struck. Its voice in thunder cried "Beware!'' 



But, to delight her, instantly displayed 



A fount of showering diamonds in the air. 



****** The wave passed on ; 

 Touching each shore with silver-sandled feet, 

 But tossed, in flying, in the sun which shone, 

 A handful, to her lap, of sea-blooms sweet. 



More delicate than forms that frost doth weave 

 On window panes, are Ocean's filmy brood; 

 Remembering the awful horns they leave, 

 Their hues to that dim underworld subdued. 



Fair spread on pages white, I saw arrayed 



These fairy children of a sire so stern ; 



Their beauty charmed me ; while the little maid, 



Spoke of her new found love with cheeks which burn. 



" So grand, so terrible, how could I know 

 He cared for these?" she faltered, — "darlings dear! 

 That his great heart could nurture them and glow 

 With such a love beneath such looks severe?'' 



