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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 j and the swift submissive seas, 

 In ordered files, like liquid 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 tos-ed, in flying, in the sun which shone, 

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



te than forms that frost doth weave 

 On window panes, are Ocean's filmy brood: 

 Remembering the awful hotllS they leave, 

 Their hues to that dim underworld subdued. 



s whits, I saw arrayed 

 These fairy children of a sire so stern ; 



mty charmed me; while the little maid, 

 Spoke of her new found love with cheeks which burn. 



" So grand, so terrible, how could I know 

 H<- awed for tii he faltered,— " darlings dear! 



Th.it Ins great heart could nurture them and glow 

 W uch a love beneath such looks severe?" 



