366 POEMS 
Freedom is hope and health ! 
The sea on which yon ocean steamers ride 
Is the same sea that rocked the shallops frail 
Of the bold Pilgrims; yonder is its tide, 
And here are we, their sons ; it grows not pale, 
Nor we who walk its borders. Never fear! 
Courage and truth are all! 
Trust in the great hereafter, and whene’er 
In some high hour of need, 
That tests the heroic breed, 
The Boston of the future sounds its call, 
Bartletts and Lowells yet shall answer, “‘ Here!”’ 
SERENADE BY THE SEA 
[Set to music by M. Albert Pégou.] 
O’ER the ocean vague and wide 
Sleep comes with the coming tide. 
Breezes lull my lady fair, 
Cool her eyelids, soothe her hair, 
While the murmuring surges seem 
To float her through a world of dream. 
Shadowy sloops are gliding in 
Safe the harbor-bar within. 
Silently each phantom pale 
Drops the anchor, furls the sail. 
