And giving to the glancing sea-bird's wing Mighty Sea! Yet, potent Sea! That power and grandeur can be so serene, As gently as a mother rocks her child?— The inhabitants of other worlds behold A blind worm in the dust, great Deep, the man Unconscious and material, thou canst reach And with thy tints and motion stir its chords The Spirit of the Universe in thee Earth has her gorgeous towns; the earth-circling sea The trade-winds and to stem the ecliptic surge. The nights of palmy isles, that she will see Come swarming o'er the meditative mind. True, to the dream of Fancy, Ocean has With casual terror? Scathes not Earth sometimes Here Morn and Eve with blushing thanks receive Old Ocean was Infinity of ages ere we breathed When all the living world that sees him now Or interdict his minstrelsy to sound FAREWELL. NAY, shrink not from that word, "Farewell!' E'en the last parting Earth can know, To souls that heavenward soar ; THE END. PRINTED BY HENRY WARD, MERCERY LANE, CANTERBURY. |