TO THE 
FIGURE-HEAD OF “ THE FOAM,” 
i. 
Calm sculptured image of as sweet a face 
As ever lighted up an English home,— 
Whose mute companionship has deign’d to grace 
Our wanderings o’er a thousand leagues of foam,— 
ii. 
Our progress was your triumph duly hailed 
By ocean’s inmates ; herald dolphins played 
Before our stem, tall ships that sunward sailed 
With stately curtseys due obeisance paid. 
m. 
Fair Fortune’s fairer harbinger! you smooth’d 
Our way before us, through the frantic fling 
Of roystering waves—as once Athene sooth’d 
The deeps that raged around the wandering King; 
