Tides of aggressive war, oft served as well Greedy ambition, armed to treat with scorn Just limits; but yon Tower, whose smiles

adorn

5

This perilous bay, stands clear of all offence;
Blest work it is of love and innocence,
A Tower of refuge built for the else forlorn.
Spare it, ye waves, and lift the mariner,
Struggling for life, into its saving arms!
Spare, too, the human helpers! Do they stir
'Mid your fierce shock like men afraid to die?
No; their dread service nerves the heart it
warms,

And they are led by noble HILLARY.'

10

XVI.

BY THE SEA-SHORE, ISLE OF MAN.

WHY stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,
With wonder smit by its transparency,
And all-enraptured with its purity?

5

Because the unstained, the clear, the crystalline,
Have ever in them something of benign;
Whether in gem, in water, or in sky,
A sleeping infant's brow, or wakeful eye
Of a young maiden, only not divine.
Scarcely the hand forbears to dip its palm
For beverage drawn as from a mountain-well. 10
Temptation centres in the liquid Calm ;
Our daily raiment seems no obstacle
To instantaneous plunging in, deep Sea!
And revelling in long embrace with thee.2

1 See Note.

2 The sea-water on the coast of the Isle of Man is singularly pure and beautiful.

XVII.

ISLE OF MAN.

A YOUTH too certain of his power to wade
On the smooth bottom of this clear bright sea,
To sight so shallow, with a bather's glee,
Leapt from this rock, and but for timely aid
He, by the alluring element betrayed,

5

Had perished. Then might Sea-nymphs (and with sighs

Of self-reproach) have chanted elegies
Bewailing his sad fate, when he was laid

In peaceful earth: for, doubtless, he was frank,
Utterly in himself devoid of guile;

ΙΟ

Knew not the double-dealing of a smile;
Nor aught that makes men's promises a blank,
Or deadly snare and He survives to bless
The Power that saved him in his strange dis-
tress.

DID

XVIII.

ISLE OF MAN.

pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, Grief that devouring waves had caused-or

guilt

Which they had witnessed, sway the man who

built

This Homestead, placed where nothing could be

seen,

Nought heard, of ocean troubled or serene ? 5 A tired Ship-soldier on paternal land,

That o'er the channel holds august command, The dwelling raised,—a veteran Marine.

He, in disgust, turned from the neighbouring

sea

To shun the memory of a listless life
That hung between two callings.

strife

10

May no

More hurtful here beset him, doomed though

free,

Self-doomed, to worse inaction, till his eye Shrink from the daily sight of earth and sky!

XIX.

BY A RETIRED MARINER.

A Friend of the Author.

FROM early youth I ploughed the restless Main,
My mind as restless and as apt to change;
Through every clime and ocean did I range,
In hope at length a competence to gain;

A

6

For
poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain.
Year after year I strove, but strove in vain,
And hardships manifold did I endure,
For Fortune on me never deigned to smile;
Yet I at last a resting-place have found,
With just enough life's comforts to procure, 10
In a snug Cove on this our favoured Isle,
A peaceful spot where Nature's gifts abound;
Then sure I have no reason to complain,
Though poor to Sea I went, and poor I still
remain.

XX.

AT BALA-SALA, ISLE OF MAN.

Supposed to be written by a Friend.

BROKEN in fortune, but in mind entire
And sound in principle, I seek repose

Where ancient trees this convent-pile enclose,'
In ruin beautiful. When vain desire

Intrudes on peace, I pray the eternal Sire
To cast a soul-subduing shade on me,

5

A grey-haired, pensive, thankful Refugee;
A shade-but with some sparks of heavenly

fire

Once to these cells vouchsafed. And when I

note

The old Tower's brow yellowed as with the

beams

Of sunset ever there, albeit streams

ΙΟ

Of stormy weather - stains that semblance wrought,

I thank the silent Monitor, and say

"Shine so, my aged brow, at all hours of the day!"

XXI.

TYNWALD HILL.

ONCE on the top of Tynwald's formal mound
(Still marked with green turf circles narrowing
Stage above stage) would sit this Island's King,
The laws to promulgate, enrobed and crowned;
While, compassing the little mound around, 5
Degrees and Orders stood, each under each:
Now, like to things within fate's easiest reach,
The power is merged, the pomp a grave has
found.

Off with yon cloud, old Snafell! that thine eye
Over three Realms may take its widest range; 10
And let, for them, thy fountains utter strange
Voices, thy winds break forth in prophecy,
If the whole State must suffer mortal change,
Like Mona's miniature of sovereignty.

1 Rushen Abbey.

XXII.

DESPOND Who will-I heard a voice exclaim, "Though fierce the assault, and shattered the

defence,

It cannot be that Britain's social frame,
The glorious work of time and providence,
Before a flying season's rash pretence,

5

Should fall; that She, whose virtue put to shame,

When Europe prostrate lay, the Conqueror's
aim,
Should perish, self-subverted. Black and dense
The cloud is; but brings that a day of doom
To Liberty? Her sun is up the while,

That orb whose beams round Saxon Alfred

shone:

Then laugh, ye innocent Vales! ye Streams, sweep on,

Nor let one billow of our heaven-blest Isle Toss in the fanning wind a humbler plume."

XXIII.

IN THE FRITH OF CLYDE, AILSA CRAG.
During an Eclipse of the Sun, July 17.

SINCE risen from ocean, ocean to defy,
Appeared the Crag of Ailsa, ne'er did morn
With gleaming lights more gracefully adorn
His sides, or wreathe with mist his forehead
high:

Now, faintly darkening with the sun's eclipse, 5 Still is he seen, in lone sublimity,

Towering above the sea and little ships;

For dwarfs the tallest seem while sailing by, Each for her haven; with her freight of Care,