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Though fair her gems of azure hue,

Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining;
I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,

More sweet through wat❜ry lustre shining.

The summer sun that dew. shall dry,
Ere yet the day be past its morrow;

Nor longer in my false love's eye,
Remain'd the tear of parting sorrow..

THE CAST-AWAY SHIP.

Montgomery.

The subjects of the two following Poems were suggested by the loss of the Blenheim, commanded by Sir Thomas Trowbridge, which was separated from the vessels under its convoy, during a storm, in the Indian Ocean.-The Admiral's son afterwards made a voyage, without success, in search of his father.-Trowbridge was one of Nelson's captains at the Battle of the Nile, but his ship unfortunately ran a-ground as he was bearing down on the enemy.

A VESSEL sailed from Albion's shore,
To utmost India bound,

Its crest a hero's pendant bore,
With broad sea-laurels crown'd.
In many a fierce and noble fight,
Though foil'd on that Egyptian night,
When Gallia's host was drown'd,
And NELSON o'er his country's foes,
Like the destroying angel rose.

A gay and gallant company,
With shouts that rend the air,
For warrior-wreaths upon the sea,
Their joyful brows prepare;
But many a maiden's sigh was sent,
And many a mother's blessing went,
And many a father's prayer,

With that exulting ship to sea,
With that undaunted company.

The deep, that, like a cradled child,

In breathing slumber lay,

More warmly blush'd, more sweetly smiled,

As rose the kindling day;

Through ocean's mirror, dark and clear,
Reflected skies and clouds appear

In morning's rich array;

The land is lost, the waters glow, "Tis heaven above, around, below.

Majestic o'er the sparkling tide,
See the tall vessel sail,

With swelling wings, in shadowy pride,
A swan before the gale;
Deep-laden merchants rode behind;

---But, fearful of the fickle wind,

Britannia's cheek grew pale,

When, lessening through the flood of light, Their leader vanish'd from her sight.

Oft had she hail'd its trophied prow,
Victorious from the war,

And banner'd masts that would not bow,
Though riv'n with many a scar;

Oft had her oaks their tribute brought,
To rib its flanks, with thunder fraught;
But late her evil star

Had cursed it on its homeward way,
"The spoiler shall become the prey.'

Thus warn'd Britannia's anxious heart
Throbb'd with prophetic woe,
When she beheld that ship depart,
A fair ill-omen'd show!

So views the mother, through her tears,
The daughter of her hopes and fears,
When hectic beauties glow

On the frail cheek, where sweetly bloom The roses of an early tomb.

No fears the brave adventurers knew,
Peril and death they spurn'd;
Like full-fledged eagles forth they flew;
Jove's birds, that proudly burn'd,

In battle-hurricanes to wield

His lightnings on the billowy field;
And many a look they turn'd
O'er the blue waste of waves, to spy
A Gallic ensign in the sky.

But not to crush the vaunting foë,
In combat on the main,

Nor perish by a glorious blow,
In mortal triumph slain,
Was their unutterable fate;
-That story would the Muse relate,
The song might rise in vain;
In Ocean's deepest, darkest bed
The secret slumbers with the dead.

On India's long-expecting strand
Their sails were never furl'd;
Never on known or friendly land,
By storms their keel was hurl'd:
Their native soil no more they trod,
They rest beneath no hallow'd sod:

Throughout the living world,

This sole memorial of their lot
Remains, they were, and they are not,

The Spirit of the Cape* pursued
Their long and toilsome way;

At length, in ocean solitude,

He sprang upon his prey;
'Havoc!' the shipwreck-demon cried,
Loosed all his tempests on the tide,
Gave all his lightnings play:
The abyss recoil'd before the blast,

Firm stood the seamen till the last

* The Cape of Good Hope, formerly called the Cape of Storms.-See Camoen's Lusiad, book V.

Like shooting stars, athwart the gloom
The merchant-sails were spread;
Yet oft, before its midnight doom,
They mark'd the high mast-head
Of that devoted vessel, tost

By winds and floods, now seen, now lost;
While every gun-fire spread

A dimmer flash, a fainter roar:

-At length they saw, they heard no more. «

There are to whom that ship was dear,

For love and kindred's sake;

When these the voice of Rumour hear,
Their inmost heart shall quake,

Shall doubt, and fear, and wish, and grieve,
Believe, and long to unbelieve,

But never cease to ache;

Still doom'd, in sad suspence, to bear

The Hope that keeps alive Despair.

THE SEQUEL.

HE sought his Sire from shore to shore,
He sought him day by day;

The prow he tracked was seen no more,
Breasting the ocean-spray;

Yet, as the winds his voyage sped,
He sail'd above his father's head,
Unconscious where it lay,

Deep, deep beneath the rolling main:
-He sought his Sire: he sought in vain.

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