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turned to the Earth, but she frowns on her child;

turned to the Sea, and he smiled as of old! Sweeter was the peril of the breakers white and wild,

Sweeter than the land, with its bondage and gold!

Bayard Taylor

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It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies.
I'm on the sea, I 'm on the sea,
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

In acclamation. I behold the ships
Gliding from cape to cape, from isle to
Or stemming toward far lands, or

From the Old World. It is thy friend
That bears them, with the riches of th
And treasure of dear lives, till, in the
The shouting seaman climbs and furls

I love, O, how I love to ride

But who shall bide thy tempest, On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,

face Where every mad wave drowns the moon, The blast that wakes the fury of the se And whistles aloft its tempest tune,

O God ! thy justice makes the world t And tells how goeth the world below,

When on the armed fleet, that royally And why the southwest wind doth blow ! Bears down the surges, carrying war, I never was on the dull, tame shore

Some city or invade some thoughtless But I loved the great sea more and more,

Descends the fierce tornado. The vas And backward flew to her billowy breast,

Are whirled like chaff upon the w Like a bird that seeketh her mother's nest,

sails And a mother she was and is to me,

Fly, rent like webs of gossamer ; the For I was born on the open sea.

Are snapped asunder ; downward from

Downward are slung, into the fathom! The waves were white, and red the morn,

Their cruel engines ; and their hosts, In the noisy hour when I was born ;

In trappings of the battle-field, are wi The whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, By whirlpools or dashed dead upon th And the dolphins bared their backs of gold ;

Then stand the nations still with And never was heard such an outcry wild,

pause As welcomed to life the ocean child.

A moment from the bloody work of w I have lived since then, in calm and strife, Full fifty summers a rover's life,

These restless surges eat away the s With wealth to spend, and a power to range, Of earth's old continents ; the fertile But never have sought or sighed for change : Welters in shallows, headlands crum! And death, whenever he comes to me,

And the tide drifts the sea-sand in th Shall come on the wide, unbounded sea ! Of the drowned city. Thou, meanwh

In the green chambers of the middle
Where broadest spread the waters and
Sinks deepest, while no eye beholds t

Creator! thou dost teach the coral wo

To lay his mighty reefs. From age to

He builds beneath the waters, till, at The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have The long wave rolling from the south

His bulwarks overtop the brine, and scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy That smoulder under ocean, heave on

To break upon Japan. Thou bid'st t breath,

The new-made mountains, and uplift That moved in the beginning o'er his face,

A place of refuge for the storm-driven Moves o'er it evermore. The obedient waves

The birds and wafting billows plant t To its strong motion roll, and rise and fall.

With herb and tree; sweet fount: Still from that realm of rain thy cloud goes up,

sweet airs As at the first, to water the great earth,

Ripple the living lakes that, fringed And keep her valleys green. A hundred realms

ers, Watch its broad shadow warping on the wind,

Are gathered in the hollows. Thou And in the dropping shower with glaulness hear On thy creation and pronounce it go Thy promise of the harvest. I look forth

Its valleys, glorious with their summ Over the boundless blue, where joyously

Praise thee in silent beauty; and its The bright crests of innumerable waves

Swept by the murmuring winds of oe Glance to the sun at once, as when the hands

The murmuring shores in a perpetual Of a great multitude are upward flung




O gardens of Eden ! in vain
Placed far on the fathomless main,
Where Nature with Innocence dwelt in her youth,
When pure was her heart and unbroken her truth.

BEAUTIFUL, sublime, and glorious ;

Mild, majestic, foaming, free,
Over time itself victorious,

Image of eternity!
Sun and moon and stars shine o'er thee,

See thy surface ebb and flow,
Yet attempt not to explore thee

In thy soundless depths below. Whether morning's splendors steep thee

With the rainbow's glowing grace, Tempests rouse, or navies sweep thee,

"T is but for a moment's space. Earth, her valleys and her mountains,

Mortal man's behests obey ; The unfathomable fountains

Scoff his search and scorn his sway. Such art thou, stupendous ocean !

But, if overwhelmed by thee, Can we think, without emotion,

What must thy Creator be?

But now the fair rivers of Paradise wind
Through countries and kingdoms o'erthrown ;
Where the giant of tyranny crushes mankind,
Where he reigns, — and will soon reign alone ;
For wide and more wide, o'er the sunbeaming zone
He stretches his hundred-fold arms,
Despoiling, destroying its charms ;
Beneath his broad footstep the Ganges is dry,
And the mountains recoil from the flash of his eye.

Thus the pestilent Upas, the demon of trees,
Its boughs o'er the wilderness spreads,
And with livid contagion polluting the breeze,
Its mildewing influence sheds ;
The birds on the wing, and the flowers in their beds,
Are slain by its venomous breath,
That darkens the noonday with death,
And pale ghosts of travellers wander around,
While their mouldering skeletons whiten the




Ah! why hath Jehovah, in forming the world,
With the waters divided the land,

His ramparts of rocks round the continent hurled,

And cradled the deep in his hand, (Written at Scarborough, in the summer of 1805.] If man may transgress his eternal command, All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores ! And leap o'er the bounds of his birth, Thou wide-rolling Ocean, all hail !

ravage the uttermost earth, Now brilliant with sunbeams and dimpled with and violate nations and realms that should be

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea ? oars, Now dark with the fresh-blowing gale, While soft o'er thy bosom the cloud-shadows sail, There are, gloomy Ocean, a brotherless clan, And the silver-winged sea-fowl on high,

Who traverse thy banishing waves, Like meteors bespangle the sky,

The poor disinherited outcasts of man, Or dive in the gulf, or triumphantly ride,

Whom Avarice coins into slaves. Like foam on the surges, the swans of the tide.

From the homes of their kindred, their fore

fathers' graves, From the tumult and smoke of the city set free, Love, friendship, and conjugal bliss, With eager and awful delight,

They are dragged on the hoary abyss ; From the crest of the mountain I gaze upon thee, The shark hears their shrieks, and, ascending toI gaze, - and am changed at the sight;

day, For mine eye is illumined, my genius takes flight, Demands of the spoiler his share of the prey. My soul, like the sun, with a glance Embraces the boundless expanse,

Then joy to the tempest that whelms them beneath, And moves on thy waters, wherever they roll,

And makes their destruction its sport; From the day-darting zone to the night-shadowed But woč to the winds that propitiously breathe, pole.

And waft them in safety to port,

Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon My spirit descends where the day-spring is born, resort; Where the billows are rubies on fire,

Where Europe exultingly drains And the breezes that rock the light cradle of morn The life-blood from Africa's veins ; Are sweet as the Phenix's pyre.

Where man rules o'er man with a merciless rod, O regions of beauty, of love and desire ! And spurns at his footstool the image of God!

The hour is approaching,

- a terrible hour ! The blood of our ancestors nourished And Vengeance is bending her bow;

From their tombs, from their ashes, Already the clouds of the hurricane lower, Its boughs with their trophies are h And the rock-rending whirlwinds blow ; Their spirit dwells in it, and — h Back rolls the huge Ocean, hell opens below;

spoke, The floods return headlong, – they sweep

The voice of our fathers ascends fro The slave-cultured lands to the deep, In a moment entombed in the horrible void, Ye Britons, who dwell where we By their Maker himself in his anger destroyed.


Who inherit our battle-field graves Shall this be the fate of the cane-planted isles, Though poor were your fathers, More lovely than clouds in the west,

bold, When the sun o'er the ocean descending in smiles, We were not, we could not be, slave Sinks softly and sweetly to rest ?

But firm as our rocks, and as free a: No !— Father of mercy! befriend the opprest;


spears of the Romans we broke, At the voice of thy gospel of peace

We never stooped under their yoke. May the sorrows of Africa cease ;

In the pwreck of nations we stood And slave and his master devoutly unite The world was great Cæsar's, but Bri To walk in thy freedom and dwell in thy light !


As homeward my weary-winged Fancy extends

ADDRESS TO THE OCI Her star-lighted course through the skies, High over the mighty Atlantic ascends,

O Thou vast Ocean ! ever-sounding And turns upon Europe her eyes :

Thou symbol of a drear immensity Ah me! what new prospects, new horrors arise ? Thou thing that windest round the I see the war-tempested flood

Like a huge animal, which, downw All foaming, and panting with blood;

From the black clouds, lies welterii The panic-struck Ocean in agony roars,

Lashing and writhing till its streng Rebounds from the battle, and flies to his shores. Thy voice is like the thunder, and

Is as a giant's slumber, loud and d For Britannia is wielding the trident to-day, Thou speakest in the east and in th Consuming her foes in her ire,

At once, and on thy heavily laden And hurling her thunder with absolute sway Fleets come and go, and shapes tha From her wave-ruling chariots of fire.

Or motion, yet are moved and mee She triumphs ; the winds and the waters con- The earth has naught of this: no cha spire

Ruffles its surface, and no spirits d. To spread her invincible name;

Give answer to the tempest-wakene The universe rings with her fame ;

But o'er its wastes the weakly tena But the cries of the fatherless mix with her At will, and wound its bo as tl praise,

Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no And the tears of the widow are shed on her bays. But in their stated rounds the seas

And pass like visions to their wont O Britain, dear Britain ! the land of my birth; And come again, and vanish ; the O Isle most enchantingly fair !

Looks ever bright with leaves and Thou Pearl of the Ocean ! thou Gem of the Earth! And Winter always winds his sulle O my Mother, my Mother, beware,

When the wild Autumn, with a lo For wealth is a phantom, and empire a snare ! Dies in his stormy manhood ; and 0, let not thy birthright be sold

Weep, and flowers sicken, when the For reprobate glory and gold !

O, wonderful thou art, great eleme Thy distant dominions like wild graftings shoot, And arful in thy spleeny humors They weigh down thy trunk, they will tear up And lovely in repose ! thy summer thy root,

Is beautiful, and when thy silver w

Make music in earth's dark and wi The root of thine oak, O my country! that I love to wander on thy pebbled be stands

Marking the sunlight at the evenii Rock-planted and flourishing free ;

And hearken to the thoughts thy wa Its branches are stretched o'er the uttermost lands, Eternity – Eternity — and Power. And its shadow eclipses the sea.


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