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Steam!-if the nations grow not old
Why dost not thou thy banner shake
O'er sealess, streamless lands, and make
If rivers are but seeking rest,
E'en when they climb from ocean's breast
If good for good is doubly blest-
Yes, let the wilderness rejoice,
The voiceless campaign hear the voice
That waste, and want, and war may cease!
And all men know that Love and Peace
Are good for good exchanged!
THE MARINER'S SONG.
A WET sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast;
While, like the eagle free,
Away the good ship flies and leaves
Old England on the lee.
“O for a soft and gentle wind,"
I heard a fair one cry;
But give to me the snorting breeze,
And white waves heaving high, my boys,
There's tempest in yon horned moon,
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
LOWLINESS OF MIND.
O! I would walk
A weary journey, to the farthest verge
Of the big world, to kiss that good man's hand,
Preserves a lowly mind; and to his God,
Are but the transient pageants of an hour;
AND canst thou, mother, for a moment think,
Could from our best of duties ever shrink?
Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
INSTABILITY OF HUMAN GLORY.
O HOW weak
Is mortal man! how trifling-how confined
Dreams of eternal honours to his name;
Of endless glory and perennial bays.
As of the train of ages-when, alas!
Too trivial for account. O, it is strange,
Preaches the solemn lesson. He should know
Of the gigantic pyramid? or who
Reared its huge walls? Oblivion laughs and says The prey is mine. They sleep, and never more Their names shall strike upon the ear of man, Their memory burst its fetters.
THE STORMY PETREL.
A THOUSAND miles from land are we,
The mighty cables and iron chains,
The hull which all earthly strength disdains,
They strain and they crack; and hearts of stone,
Up and down! up and down!
From the base of the wave to the billows crown,
Amidst the flashing and feathery foam,
A home-if such a place can be
For her who lives on the wide wide sea,
To warn her young, and teach them to spring,
At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing!
O'er the deep! o'er the deep!
Where the whale, and the shark, and the swordfish sleep! Outflying the blast, and the driving rain,
The petrel telleth her tale in vain :
For the mariner curseth the warning bird,
Who bringeth him news of the storm unheard:
Once more o'er the waves on thy stormy wing.
THE LINDEN TREE.
HERE'S a song for thee-of the linden tree!
A song of the silken lime!
There is no other tree so pleaseth me,
No other so fit for rhyme.