TO THE SEA. In ruin end: and now their proud success 15 But plants new terrors on the victor's brow. YOUNG. TO THE SEA. THOU boundless, shining, glorious Sea, Joy, joy to him whose early beam Thanks for the thousand hours, old Sea, Drunk with the joy, thou deep-toned Sea, At evening, when the sun grows red, Then listens thee the evening star, And Luna hears thee, when she breaks Oft, when the noonday heat is o'er, The poet, child of heavenly birth, The old blind minstrel on the shore On wing of swan, the holy flame Rose to the music of the Sea. F. L. STOLBERG. TO THE OCEAN, IN ITS VARIOUS STATES. 17 TO THE OCEAN, IN ITS VARIOUS STATES. "Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the deep waters." (PSALM Ixxvii. 19.) I WATCHED thee, Ocean, as the morning ray Revealed thy crested waves, so darkly swelling. And I have loved thee, when the moonlight beam Whether, in summer calm, the rippling wave Unto the pebbled shore makes music sweet; Or when, portentous of the seaman's grave, Hoarse winter's chiding does the billow meet: Still, wildly melancholy is thy sound, From the far depths of time, for aye the sameA sad continuous anthem, deep, profound— Since earth and ocean from their Maker came! Still chiming on, thro' death, and wo, and change, Unmoved though mighty empires fade and die: When war's dread course did thro' the nations range, Unceasingly arose thy melody. B And thou art still the same, tho' from thy surge Wanderers have gone, who there return no more; How falls thy murmur like a funeral dirge O'er hearts bereaved, along thy sounding shore! But ever there do thoughts of humble praise, In the "deep waters" we thy wonders see. Surely His mighty path we here may trace, Who from dark chaos sent the foaming wave. Lord! in thy "lowest works" may we have grace To own the arm omnipotent to save! MRS H. W. RICHTER. THE ATTRIBUTES OF THE DEEP. THERE's beauty in the deep: The wave is bluer than the sky; And, though the lights shine bright on high, More softly do the sea-gems glow, That sparkle in the depths below; There's beauty in the deep. THE DEAD SEA. There's music in the deep:- There's music in the deep. : There's quiet in the deep : Above, let tides and tempests rave, 19 And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave; JOHN G. C. BRAINARD. (American.) THE DEAD SEA. THE wind blows chill across those gloomy waves; Oh! how unlike the green and dancing main! The surge is foul, as if it rolled o'er graves: Stranger, here lie the cities of the plain. |