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Ah ! why hath Jehovah, in forming the world,
His ramparts of rocks round the continent hurled,
And cradled the deep in his hand,
To ravage the uttermost earth,
Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea ?
Who traverse thy banishing waves,
The poor disinherited outcasts of man,
Whom Avarice coins into slaves.
From the homes of their kindred, their fore.
They are dragged on the hoary abyss;
Then joy to the tempest that whelms them beneath,
And makes their destruction its sport; From the day-darting zone to the night-shadowed But woe to the winds that propitiously breathie, pole.
And waft them in safety to port,
Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon
Where Europe exultingly drains
Where man rules o'er man with a merciless rode
The hour is approaching,
- a terrible hour ! The blood of our ancestors nourished the tree; And Vengeance is bending her bow;
From their tombs, from their ashes, it sprung; Already the clouds of the hurricane lower, Its boughs with their trophies are hung ; And the rock-rending whirlwinds blow ; Their spirit dwells in it, and — hark! for it Back rolls the huge Ocean, hell opens below;
spoke, The floods return headlong, — they sweep
The voice of our fathers ascends from their oak. The slave-cultured lands to the deep, In a moment entombed in the horrible void, “Ye Britons, who dwell where we conquered of By their Maker himself in his anger destroyed. old,
Who inherit our battle-field graves ; Shall this be the fate of the cane-planted isles, Though poor were your fathers, - gigantic and 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, slaves ; Sinks softly and sweetly to rest ?
But firm as our rocks, and as free as our waves, No!- Father of mercy! befriend the opprest; The 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 shipwreck of nations we stood up alone, And slave and his master devoutly unite The world was great Cæsar's, but Britain our own. To walk in thy freedom and dwell in thy light !
As homeward my weary-winged Fancy extends
ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
OTHOU vast Ocean ! ever
ver-sounding Sea ! 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 solid world I see the war-tempested flood
Like a huge animal, which, downward hurled All foaming, and panting with blood ;
From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, The panic-struck Ocean in agony roars, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone ! Rebounds from the battle, and flies to his shores. Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep
Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep. For Britannia is wielding the trident to-day, Thou speakest in the east and in the west Consuming her foes in her ire,
At once, and on thy heavily laden breast And hurling her thunder with absolute sway Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life Froin her wave-ruling chariots of fire.
Or motion, yet are moved and meet in strife. She triumphs ; the winds and the waters con- The earth has naught of this: no chance orchange spire
Ruffles its surface, and no spirits dare To spread her invincible name;
Give answer to the tempest-wakened air ; The universe rings with her fame;
But o'er its wastes the weakly tenants range But the cries the fatherless mix with her At will, and wound its bosom as they go : praise,
Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no flow :
like visions to their wonted home; O Britain, dear Britain ! the land of my birth; And come again, and vanish ; the young Spring O Isle most enchantingly fair !
Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming ; Thou Pearl of the Ocean ! thou Gem of the Earth! And Winter always winds his sullen horn, () my Mother, my Mother, beware,
When the wild Autumn, with a look forlorn, For wealth is a phantom, and empire a snare ! Dies in his stormy manhood ; and the skies 0, let not thy birthright be sold
Weep, and flowers sicken, when the summer flies. For reprobate glory and gold !
O, wonderful thou art, great element, Thy distant dominions like wild graftings shoot, And fearful in thy spleeny humors bent, They weigh down thy trunk, they will tear up And lovely in repose ! thy summer form thy root,
Is beautiful, and when thy silver waves
Make music in earth's dark and winding caves, The root of thine oak, O my country! that I love to wander on thy pebbled beach, stands
Marking the sunlight at the evening hour, Rock-planted and flourishing free ;
And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach, Its branches are stretchedo'er the uttermost lands, Eternity – Eternity -- and Power. And its shadow eclipses the sea.
And all we shrink from now may seem
No new revealing,
Familiar as our childhood's stream,
Or pleasant memory of a dream,
The loved and cherished Past upon the new life A luminous belt, a misty light,
stealing Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy gray.
Serene and mild, the untried light
May have its dawning ;
And, as in summer's northern night
The evening and the dawn unite,
The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree, Still as a picture, clear and free,
new morning. With varying outline mark the coast for miles
I sit alone ; in foam and spray around.
Wave after wave
Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, On-on we tread with loose-flung rein
Shoulder the broken tide away,
Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy Through dark-green fields and blossoming
cleft and cave. grain, Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane, What heed I of the dusty land And bends above our heads the flowering locust
And noisy town? spray.
I see the mighty deep expand
From its white line of glimmering sand Ha! like a kind hand on my brow
To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves Comes this fresh breeze,
shuts down ! Cooling its dull and feverish glow, While through my being seems to flow
In listless quietude of mind, The breath of a new life, the healing of the
I yield to all seas!
The change of cloud and wave and wind ;
And passive on the flood reclined,
I wander with the waves, and with them rise
and fall. In the great waters, which have bound
But look, thou dreamer ! - - wave and shore His granite ankles greenly round
In shadow lie; With long and tangled moss, and weeds with cool spray wet.
The night-wind warns me back once more
To where, my native hill-tops o'er, Good by to pain and care ! I take
Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset Mine ease to-day;
sky! Here, where the sunny waters break,
So then, beach, bluff, and wave, farewell ! And ripples this keen breeze, I shake
I bear with me All burdens from the heart, all weary thoughts
No token stone nor glittering shell, away.
But long and oft shall Memory tell I draw a freer breath - I seem
Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the Like all I see
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. Waves in the sun — the white-winged gleam
Of sea-birds in the slanting beam And far-off sails which flit before the south-wind free.
So when Time's veil shall fall asunder,
The soul may know
Nor sink the weight of mystery under,
WHEN descends on the Atlantic
The toiling surges,