THE SHIPWRECK. 
11 
“ Soon with them will all be over, 
Soon the voyage will be begun 
That shall bear them to discover, 
Far away, a land unknown. 
“ Land that each, alone, must visit. 
But no tidings bring to men; 
For no sailor, once departed, 
Ever hath returned again. 
No carved wood, no broken branches 
Ever drift from that far wild; 
He who on that ocean launches 
Meets no corse of angel child. 
“ Undismayed, my noble sailors, 
Spread, then spread your canvas out; 
Spirits! on a sea of ether 
Soon shall ye serenely float I 
“ Where the deep no plummet soundeth, 
Fear no hidden breakers there, 
And the fanning wing of angels 
Shall your bark right onward bear. 
“ Quit, now, full of heart and comfort, 
These rude shores, they are of earth; 
Where the rosy clouds are parting, 
There the blessed isles loom forth.” 
One summer day, since this, I came this way, on foot, 
along the shore from Boston. It was so warm, that 
some horses had climbed to the very top of the ramparts 
of the old fort at Hull, where there was hardly room to 
turn round, for the sake of the breeze. The Datura 
stramonium, or thorn-apple, was in full bloom along the 
beach; and, at sight of this cosmopolite, — this Captaiii 
Cook among plants, — carried in ballast all over the 
world, I felt as if I were on the highway of nations. 
Say, rather, this Viking, king of the Bays, for it is not 
an innocent plant; it suggests not merely commerce, but 
