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But which (by absence taught) he now 
doth idolize, 
While the strain’d canvas courts the breeze, 
His bosom labours with delight, 
And pleasures dance before his sight, 
_As thus, with frantic joy, the port he sees; 
Thko® sailing o’er the ocean green, 
With many a rolling wave between, 
Disdaining space, he speaks! he hears! 
eslity’s long train appears !—— 
He presses to his heart the maid 
Who, to salute her lover, flics; 
Or rushes through the green-wood shade, 
Where his low cot of comfort lifes; 
The faithtul wife, with triumph proud, 
The hearty welcome pours aloud, 
Whilst his young children clasp his knee, 
And weep ana smile, and smile and weep, 
That irom the dangers of the deep C 
Their long-lost sire they see. 
Orb of glory, to the west 
Thou spreadest fast thy stately form, 
In robes of dazzling amber drest, 
Whilst starting from their bed of rest 
Th” imperious night-winds rouse the slym- 
bering storm: 
‘Yet, as the clouds erect their throne 
In one dark corner of the sky, 
And deep portentous voices moan 
Upon the gale that whistles by; 
O’er the vext and boundless tide | 
Sun-beams still delight to play 5 
And the fair departing day 
In silent grandeur sends its lustre wide. 
Earthly pageants, veil your head; 
Here behold, mid floods of light, 
Heaven his gorgeous pinions spread ; 
Streaming fire, and liquid gold; 
That, as they cae beneath the sight, 
New and nobler forms unfold. 
Thou watry world, thc’ grateful to our eyes 
Whiist the rich clouds of eve illume thy 
breast, 
Say, art thou not a monster in disguise 
That know’st no mercy, and that feel’st no 
rest ? 
Do not the smiles upon thy brow presiding, 
_ Destruction’s syren toils unceasing form ? 
Is not that wrath which now appears subsi- 
ding, 
Th’ illusive prelude to some fiercer storm ? 
With thirst insatiate evermore, 
Dost thou not feast on human gore, 
Laughing exultant o’er thy savage meal ? 
Amid the wins that fiom thee fly, 
I hear the drowning seaman’s cry, 
In plaintive saunds, which lion hearts might 
feel. © 
Abherrent fiend, to thee are dear 
The orphan and the widow’s tear} 
When didst thou stay thy foaming wave, 
The shipwreck’d mariner to save, 
Who, oe ‘rom some jutting crag, espied 
Beneath, theterrors of thy flood? =~ 
hen didst thou listen to the cry 
Ox helpless, sinking misery, 
Original Poetry. 
[April 1, 
That, stemming thy relentless tide, 
Sought the near shore where safety beckoning 
stood ? 
_ Ah, what a change is here! 
Fill’d with terror and amaze, 
The scene grows darker as I gaze, 
The fury of the deep is near. 
Whilst clouds the firmament o’ercast, 
The sun hath left the western sky 5 
And, sailing on the stormy blast, 
The ventraus sea- birds nue yine homes 
ward fly. 
The waves, that late jn frolic play’d, 
Are now with tenfold wrath array’d, 
Darting quick flashes trom their thousand 
eyes! 
With anger heighten’d by the wind, 
Tha‘ fain their giant limbs wouid bind, 
When to fierce strife the heayens and ocean 
rise. 
Lo! sounding their defiance far, 
The ancient rivals rush to war; 
No common vengeance round is hurl’d; 
Sphere with sphere, and world with world, 
Dreadful in unavailing ire, 
Th’ indignant, winds awhile retire 5 
Whilst the proud victor gazes round 
For some new foe, on whom to pour his 
rage. 
That other foe he now hath found ; 
See, the combatants engage ! 
Ocean, collecting all his might, 
With earth proclaims a baneful fight, 
And with inebriate reel assaults the shore ; 
Earth, that many a shock hath stood 
From wrathful sky, and stormy flood, 
Smiles in her craggy strength, and braves his 
deaf’ning roar. 
No friendly moon, no stars appear : 
From dreams of death, roused by the stormy 
"tide, 
The demons of the tempest ride 
Triumphant through the dark and troubled 
air; 
Or, banks in hand, 
A ghastly band, 
Whilst the sinking wretch they SPYs 
With their songs of ecstasy 
Pace the ocean-beaten strand. 
To swell the horrors of the night, 
Lighinings flash their forked light, 
Quenching their fervour in the boisterous 
main. 
Again! again! 
And what a sound 
Burst in lengthen‘d peals around ! 
Tho’ fears, that spring from natares, move my 
soul, 
Terrific pleasures on that voice await. 
Ye unseen powers, prolong the straing 
sublime, ‘ 
Allied to neither earth nor time, 
Which raise within me, as through heaven 
they roll, 
The ‘thought in shadows dress’d, wnutter~ 
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