51 \ TANGLE. 



'Goshovt to earth your power!" the East Wind cried, 

 Commanding; and the swift submissive s 

 In ordered tiles, like liquid mountains, glid< 

 Moving from sky to sky with godlike ease. 



Below .i cliff, where mused a little maid, 



li 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. 

 Bui tossed, in flying, in the sun whii h shone, 

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



More delicate than forms that frost dotli weave 

 t )n window panes, are Ocean's filmy brood; 

 Remembering the awful homes they leave. 

 Their hues to that dim underworld subdued. 



" So grand, so terrible, how could 1 know- 

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

 Thai his great heart could nurture them and glow 

 With such a love beneath such looks severe ? " 



Like God, the Ocean, too, the least can heed, 

 Yearn in a moon-led (|uest to farthest shores. 

 And fondle in delight its smallest weed, 

 Vet look to Him it mirrors and adores. 



J. C. Appleton. 





