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A stunted, stern, uncouth, amphibious stock, Or with a fleet of Kayaks to assail Hewn from the living marble of the rock,

The desperation of the stranded whale,
Or sprung from mermaids, and in ocean's bed, When wedged 'twixt jagged rocks he writhes and rolls
With orcs and seals, in sunless caverns bred,

In agony among the ebbing shoals,
They might have held, from unrecorded time, Lashing the waves to foam ; until the flood,
Sole patrimony in that hideous clime,

From wounds, like geysers, seems a bath of blood,
So lithe their limbs, so fenced their frames to bear Echo all night dumb-pealing to his roar;
The intensest rigors of the polar air;

Till morn beholds him slain along the shore.
Nimble, and muscular, and keen to run
The reindeer down a circuit of the sun;

of these,-hereafter should the lyre be strung To climb the slippery cliffs, explore their cells, To arctic themes,-—may glorious days be sung ; And storm and sack the sea-birds' citadels;

Now be our task the sad reverse to tell, In bands, through snows, the mother-bear to trace, How in their march the nobler Normans fell ;' Slay with their darts the cubs in her embrace,

-Whether by dire disease, that turn'd the breath And while she lick'd their bleeding wounds, to brave Of bounteous Heaven to pestilence and death, Her deadliest vengeance in her inmost cave: In number, strength, and spirit worn away, Train'd with inimitable skill to float,

Their lives became the cool assassin's prey; Each, balanced in his bubble of a boat,

--Or in the battle-field, as Skraellings boast, With dexterous paddle steering through the spray, These pigmies put to flight their giant-host, With poised harpoon to strike his plunging prey, When front to front on scowling cliffs they stood, As though the skiff, the seaman, oar, and dart And shot their barbs athwart the parting flood; Were one compacted body, by one heart

Arrow smote arrow, dart encounter'd dart,
With instinct, motion, pulse, empower'd to ride From hand to hand, impaling heart for heart;
A human Nautilus upon the tide ;

|Till spent their missiles ; quick as in a dream
The images are changed ; across the stream

The Skraellings rush'd, the precipices scaled ; the western coast of Greenland in the fourteenth century, and

-O'erwhelm'd by multitudes the Normans fail'd ; are generally supposed to have overpowered the few Norwegians scattered in that quarter. They were called Skraellings. A scatter d remnant to the south retired. a word of uncertain etymology, but most probably a corruption But one by one along their route expired : of Karallit or People, by which they designated themselves. They perish'd ;-History can no more relate Of their origin nothing can be ascertained. It seems, on the or

of their obscure and unlamented fate ; whole, not incredible (from evidence and arguments which need not be quoted here), that they are the descendants of Tartar-|They perish'd ;-yet along that western shore ean rovers, gradually emigrating from the heart of Asia, cross- Where Commerce spread her colonies of yore, ing over into West America, traversing the northern Intitudes Ruins of temples and of homes are traced, of that continent, and settling or wandering, as suited their

"-Steps of magnificence amidst the waste, convenience, till the foremost hordes reached Canada and Labrador: from whence the first Skraellings may have found a pas- Where time hath trod, and left those wrecks to show sage, by land or sea, to Groenland. That the Greenlanders are That life hath been, where all is Death below. of the same stock with the Esquimaux, is obvious from the remarkable correspondence between their persons, dress, habitations, boats, and implements of hunting and fishing, as well as the similarity of manners, customs, superstitions, and language.

CANTO V. of these more may be said hereafter, should the poem of Green land ever be completed. Meanwhile the slight sketch given in the context may suffice. The following description of a Green-IT

The depopulation of the Norwegian Colonies on the lander's fishing-boat, or kayak, will, however, be useful to illustrate the passage. The kayak is six yards in length, pointed

eastern coast of Greenland, and the abandonment at the head and stern, and shaped like a weaver's shuttle; it is of intercourse with it from Europe, in consequence at the same time scarcely a foot and a half broad over the mid of the increase of the arctic ices, about the begindle, and not more than a foot deep. It is built of a slender skel

ning of the fifteenth century. eton of wood, consisting of a keel, and long side-laths, with cross-ribs, like hoops, but not quite round. The whole is covered with seal's skin. In the middle of this covering there is a round aperture, supported with a strong rim of wood or bone. LAUNCH on the gulf, my little Greenland bark! The Greenlander slips into the cavity with his feet, and sits down Bear me through scenes unutterably dark ; upon a board covered with soft skin; he then tucks his water-Iscenes with the mystery of Nature seal'd. pelt, or great coat, so tight about him (the rim of the opening forming a girdle round his loins), that no water can penetrate! Nor till the day of doom to be reveal'd : into his little skiff. His lance, harpoon, and fishing-tackle, are What though the spirits of the arctic gales all arranged in due order before him. His pautik, or oar (made Freeze rou of red deal, and strengthened with bone inlaid), he uses with safe as Arion. whom the dolphin bore, admirable dexterity. This, except when he is using his weap-1 ong, he grasps with both hands in the middle, striking the water. Enamour'd of his music, to the shore. on either side alternately, by which means he can sail at the rate of twenty or even twenty-four leagues a day. In his kayak the Greenlander fears no storm, so long as he can keep his oar, I The incidents alluded to in this clause are presumed to have which enables him to sit upright among the roughest breakers, occasioned the extinction of the Norwegian colonists on the or if overturned, while the head is downward under water, with

western coast of Greenland. Crant: says, that there is a disone stroke be can recover himself: but if he loses his oar, in a trict on Ball's River, called Pissiksarbik, or the place of arrows: high sea, he loses all. No European has ever yet been able to where it is believed, that the Skraellings and Norwegians fought learn to manage a kayak except in calm weather, and whep be a battle, in which the latter were defeated. The modern Green had nothing to do but to row: to fish in it has been found in- landers affirm, that the name is derived from the circumstance practicable to any but the natives themselveg, trained from their of the parties having shot their arrows at one another from op infancy to all the hardy exercises which constituted, before the posite banks of the stream. Many rudere, or ruins of ancient introduction of Christianity, the whole education of the poor buildings, principally supposed to have been churches, are barbarians.

I found along the coast, from Disko Bay to Cape Farewell.

ICULOTULUI

POW

On thee adventuring o'er an unknown main, -One wounded sufferer wakes, with pain opprest;
I raise to warring elements a strain

Yet are his thoughts at home among the rest;
Of kindred harmony :-O lend your breath, Then beams his eye, his heart dilated burns,
Ye tempests! while I sing this reign of death, Till the dark vigil to a vision turns,
Utter dark sayings of the days of old,

That vision to reality; and home
In parables upon my harp unfold

Is so endear'd, he vows no more to roam. Deeds perish'd from remembrance; truth, array'd, Ha! suddenly he starts; with trembling lips, Like heaven by night, in emblematic shade, Salt shower-drops, oozing through the roof, he sips ; When shines the horoscope, and star on star, Aware that instant, yet alarm'd too late, By what they are not, led to what they are ;

-The sea hath burst its barrier, fix'd their fate; Atoms, that twinkle in an infant's eye,

Escape impossible; the tempests urge ! Are worlds, suns, systems in th' unbounded sky: Through the deep dell the inundating surge; Thus, the few fabled woes my strains create Nor wall nor roof th' impetuous flood controls, Are hieroglyphics in a book of Fate,

Above, around, within, the deluge rolls; And while the shadowy symbols I unroll.

He calls his comrades ;-ere their doom be known, Imagination reads a direr scroll.

'Tis past the snow-house utterly o’erthrown, Wake, ye wild visions! o'er the northern deep, Its inmates vanish; never to be found, On clouds and winds, like warrior-spectres sweep; Living or dead, on habitable ground, Show by what plagues and hurricanes destroy'd, A breathing realm became a torpid void..

There is a beauteous hamlet in the vale ;

Green are the fields around it; sweetly sail The floods are raging, and the gales blow high,

The iwilight shadows o'er the darkening scene, Low as a dungeon-roof impends the sky;

Earth, air, and ocean, all alike serene. Prisoners of hope, between the clouds and waves,

Dipt in the hues of sun-set, wreathed in zones, Six fearless sailors man yon boat, that braves

The clouds are resting on their mountain-thrones; Peril redoubling upon peril past : -From childhood nurslings of the wayward blast,

One peak alone exalts its glacier crest,

A golden paradise, above the rest ;
Aloft as o'er a buoyant arch they go,
Whose key-stone breaks ;-as deep they plunge below;

Thither the day with lingering steps retires,

And in its own blue element expires; Unyielding though the strength of man be vain;

Thus Aaron laid his gorgeous robes aside Struggling though borne like surf along the main :

On Horeb's consecrated top, and died. In front a battlement of rocks; in rear,

The moon, meanwhile, o'er ocean's sombre bed, Billow on billow bounding; near, more near,

New-risen, a thousand glow-worm lights hath spread; They verge to ruin ;-life and death depend

From east to west the wildfire splendors glance, On the next impulse; shrieks and prayers ascend;

And all the billows in her glory dance ; When, like the fish that mounts on drizzling wings,

Till, in mid-heaven, her orb might seem the eye Sheer from the gulf the ejected vessel springs,

Of Providence, wide-watching from the sky, And grounds on inland ice, beyond the track

| While Nature slumbers emblem of His grace, Of hissing foam-wreaths, whence the tide rollid back; w

Whose presence fills the infinite of space.
Then ere that tide, returning to the charge,
Swallows the wreck, the captives are at large.
On either hand steep hills obstruct their path;

The clouds have left the mountains; coldly bright, Behind, the ocean roaring in his wrath,

Their icy summits shed cerulean light; Mad as a Libyan wilderness by night,

The steep declivities between assume With all its lions up, in chase or fight.

A horror of unfathomable gloom : The fugitives right onward shun the beach, The village sleeps ;- from house to house, the ear Nor tarry till the inmost cove they reach,

Of yonder sentinel no sound can hear : Recluded in the labyrinthine dell,

A maniac ;-he, while calmer heads repose, Like the last hollow of a spiral shell.

Takes his night-round, to tell the stars his woes : There, with the ax or knife which haste could save, Woes, which his noble heart to frenzy stung; They build a house ;--perhaps they dig a grave: -He hath no bard, and they remain unsung. Of solid snow, well-squared, and piled in blocks,

A warrior once, victorious arms he bore ; Brilliant as hewn from alabaster rocks,

And bears them still, although his wars are o'er; Their palace rises, narrowing to the roof,

For 't is his boast, with shield and sword in hand, And freezes into marble, tempest-proof;

To be the guardian Angel of the land. Night closing round, within its shade they creep, Mark with what stern solemnity he stalks, And weary Nature sinks at once to sleep.

And to himself as to a legion talks ;

Now deep in council with his chiefs; anon, Oh! could we walk amidst their dreams, and see

He starts as at the trumpet, leads them on, All that they have been, are, or wish to be,

And wins the day ;-his battle-shout alarms

None but the infant in the nurse's arms;
In fancy's world each at his own fire-side ;

Soon hush'd, but closer to her side, it sleeps ;
One greets a parent: one a new-made bride;
Another clasps his babe with fond embrace,

While he abroad his watch in silence keeps.
A smile in slumber mantling o'er his face ;
All dangers are forgotten in a kiss,

At every door he halts, and brings a sigh,
Or but remember'd 10 exalt the bliss.

But leaves a blessing, when he marches by :

He stops; from that low roof, a deadly groan Who thus, in winter's long and social reign,
Hath made unutterable anguish known;

Hold feasts and tournaments upon the main,
A spirit into eternity hath pass'd;

When, built of solid floods, his bridge extends A spouse, a father, there hath breathed his last. A highway o'er the gulf to meeting friends, The widow and her little ones weep not ;

Whom rocks impassable, or winds and vide, In its excess their misery is forgot,

Fickle and false, in summer months divide. One dumb, dark moment ;-then from all their eyes

The scene runs round with motion, rings with mirth, Rain the salt tears, and loud their wailings rise :

-No happier spot upon the peopled earth; Ah! little think that family forlorn

The drifted snow to dust the travellers beat, How brief the parting ;—they shall meet ere morn!

Th' uneven ice is flint beneath their feet. For lo! the witness of their pangs hath caught

Here tents, a gay encampment, rise around, A sight that startles madness into thought;

Where music, song, and revelry resound; Back from their gate unconsciously he reels;

There the blue smoke upwreathes a hundred spires, A resurrection of his soul he feels;

Where humbler groups have lit their pine-wood fires. There is a motion in the air; his eye

Ere long they quit the tables; knights and dames Blinks as it fear'd the falling of the sky.

Lead the blithe multitude to boisterous games. The splendid peak of adamantine ice,

Bears, wolves, and lynxes yonder head the chase; At sunset like an earthly paradise,

Ilere start the harness'd reindeer in the race ; And in the moon of such empyrean hue,

Borne without wheels, a flight of rival cars It seem'd to bring the unseen world to view;

| Track the ice-firmament, like shooting stars, - That splendid peak, the Power (which to the

Right to the goal, converging as they run, spheres

They dwindle through the distance into one. Had piled its turrets through a thousand years),

Where smoother waves have form'd a sea of glass, Touches, as lightly as the passing wind,

With pantomimic change the skaiters pass; And the huge mass, o'erbalanced, undermined,

Now toillike ships 'gainst wind and stream; then wheel And dislocated from its base of snow,

Like Names blown suddenly asunder; reel Slides down the slope, majestically slow,

Like drunkards ; then dispersed in tangents wide, Till o'er the precipice, down headlong sent,

Away with speed invisible they glide. And in ten thousand, thousand spangles rent.

Peace in their hearts, death-weapons in their hands, It piles a hill where spread a vale before :

Fierce in mock-batile meet fraternal bands, -From rock to rock the echoes round the shore,

Whom the same chiefs erewhile to conflict led, Tell with their deep artillery the fate

When friends by friends, by kindred kindred bled. Of the whole village, crush'd beneath its weight.

Here youthful rings with pipe and drum advance, The sleepers wake,--their homes in ruins hurl'd, They wake-from death into another world.

And foot the mazes of the giddy dance; The gazing maniac, palsied into stone,

Grey-beard spectators, with illumined eye, Amidst the wreck of ice, survives alone ;

Lean on their staves, and talk of days gone by;

Children, who mimic all, from pipe and drum
A sudden interval of reason gleams,

To chase and battle, dream of years to come.
Steady and clear, amidst his wildering dreams,
But shows reality in such a shape,

Those years to come the young shall ne'er behold; "T were rapture back to frenzy to escape.

The days gone by no more rejoice the old. Again the clouds of desolation roll,

There is a boy, a solitary boy, Blotting all old remembrance from his soul; Who takes no part in all this whirl of joy, Whate'er his sorrows or his joys have been, Yet in the speechless transport of his soul, His spirit grows embodied through this scene : He lives, and moves, and breathes throughout the With eyes of agony, and clenching hands,

whole : Fix'd in recoil, a frozen form he stands,

Him should destruction spare, the plot of earth, And smit with wonder at his people's doom, | That forms his play-ground, gave a poet birth, Becomes the monument upon their tomb.

Who on the wings of his immortal lays,

Thine heroes, Greenland! to the stars shall raise. Behold a scene, magnificent and new ;

It must not be :-abruptly from the show Nor land nor water meet th' excursive view;

He turns his eyes; his thoughts are gone below The round horizon girds one frozen plain,

To sound the depths of ocean, where his mind The mighty tombstone of the buried main,

Creates the wonders which it cannot find. Where dark, and silent, and unfelt to flow,

Listening, as oft he listens, in a shell, A dead sea sleeps with all its tribes below.

To the mock tide's alternate fall and swell, But heaven is still itself; the deep-blue sky

He kneels upon the ice,- inclines his ear, Comes down with smiles to meet the glancing eye, And hears, or does he only seem to hear ! Though if a keener sight its bound would trace, A sound, as though the Genius of the Deep The arch recedes through everlasting space. Heaved a long sigh, awaking out of sleep. The sun, in morning glory, mounts his throne, He starts ;-'t was but a pulse within his brain! Nor shines he here in solitude unknown;

No ;-for he feels it beat through every vein; North, south, and west, by dogs or reindeer drawn, Groan following groan (as from a Giant's breast, Careering sledges cross the unbroken lawn,

Beneath a burying mountain, ill at rest), And bring, from bays and forelands round the coast, With awe ineffable his spirit thrills, Youth, beauty, valor, Greenland's proudest boast, And rapture fires his blood, while terror chills.

The keen expression of his eye alarms

Where are the multitudes of yesterday?
His mother; she hath caught him in her arms, At morn they came; at eve they pass'd away.
And learn'd the cause ;-that cause, no sooner known, Yet some survive ;-yon castellated pile
From lip to lip, o'er many a league is flown; Floats on the surges, like a fairy isle;
Voices to voices, prompt as signals, rise

Pre-eminent upon its peak, behold,
In shrieks of consternation to the skies:

With walls of amethyst and roofs of gold, Those skies, meanwhile, with gathering darkness The semblance of a city ; towers and spires scowl;

Glance in the firmament with opal fires ; Hollow and winterly the bleak winds howl. Prone from those heights pellucid fountains flow -From morn till noon had ether smiled serene, O'er pearly meads, through emerald vales below. Sare one black-belted cloud, far eastward seen, No lovelier pageant moves beneath the sky, Like a snow-mountain ;-there in ambush lay Nor one so mournful to the nearer eye; Th' undreaded tempest, panting for his prey : Here, when the bitterness of death had pass'd That cloud by stealth hath through the welkin O'er others, with their sledge and reindeer cast, spread,

Five wretched ones, in dumb despondence, wait And hangs in meteor-twilight over-head;

The lingering issue of a nameless fate; Al foot, beneath the adamantine floor,

A bridal party :-mark yon reverend sage Loose in their prison-house the surges roar:

In the brown vigor of autumnal age; To every eye, ear, heart, the alarm is given, His daughter in her prime; the youth, who won And land ward crowds (like flocks of sea-fowl driven, Her love by miracles of prowess done ; When storms are on the wing), in wild affright, With these, two meet companions of their joy, On foot, in sledges, urge their panic flight,

Her younger sister, and a gallant boy, In hope the refuge of the shore to gain

Who hoped, like him, a gentle heart to gain Ere the disruption of the struggling main,

By valorous enterprise on land or main. Foretold by many a stroke, like lightning sent - These, when the ocean-pavement fail'd their feet, In thunder, through th' unstable continent,

Sought on a glacier's crags a safe retreat, Which now, elastic on the swell below,

But in the shock, from its foundation torn. Rolls high in undulation to and fro.

That mass is slowly o'er the waters borne, Men, reindeer, dogs, the giddy impulse feel, An ice-berg on whose verge all day they stand And jostling headlong, back and forward reel: And eye the blank horizon's ring for land. While snow, sleet, hail, or whirling gusts of wind, | All night around a dismal flame they weep; Exhaust, bewilder, stop the breath, and blind. Their sledge, by piecemeal, lights the hoary deep. All is dismay and uproar; some have found Morn brings no comfort; at her dawn expire Death for deliverance, as they leap'd on ground, The latest embers of their latest fire; Swept back into the flood ;-but hope is vain : For warmth and food the patient reindeer bleeds, Ere half the fugitives the beach can gain,

| Happier in death than those he warms and feeds. The fix'd ice, severing from the shore, with shocks -How long, hy that precarious raft upbuoy'd, Of earthquake violence, bounds against the rocks ; They blindly drifted on a shoreless void ; Then suddenly, while on the verge they stand, How long they suffer'd, or how soon they found The whole recoils for ever from the land,

Rest in the gulf, or peace on living ground: And leaves a gulf of foam along the shore,

-Whether, by hunger, cold, and grief consumed, In which whoever plunge are seen no more. They perish'd miserably--and unentomb'd

(While on that frigid bier their corses lay), Ocean, meanwhile, abroad hath burst the roof Became the sea-fowl's or the sea-bear's prey; That sepulchred his waves; he bounds aloof. -Whether the wasting mound, by swift degrees, In boiling cataracts, as volcanoes spout

Exhaled in mist, and vanish'd from the seas, Their fiery fountains, gush the waters out;

While they, too weak to struggle even in death, The frame of ice, with dire explosion rends, Lock'd in each other's arms resign'd their breath, And down th' abyss the mingled crowd descends. And their white skeletons, beneath the wave, Heaven! from this closing horror hide thy light; Lie intertwined in one sepulchral cave: Cast thy thick mantle o'er it, gracious Night! -Or meeting some Norwegian bark at sea, These screams of mothers with their infants lost, They deemed its deck a world of liberty; These groans of agony from wretches, tost On rocks and whirlpools in thy storms be drown'd, The crash of mountain-ice to atoms ground, an authentic narrative of a journey on sledges along the coast And rage of elements !-while winds, that yell of Labrador, by two Moravian missionaries and a number of Like demons, peal the universal knell,

Esquimaux, in the year 1782. The first incident in this Canto,

the destruction of the snow-house, is party borrowed from the The shrouding waves around their limbs shall spread,

same record. And Darkness be the burier of the dead."

1 The Ice-bergs, both fixed and floating, present the most fanTheir pangs are o'er :-at morn the tempests cease, tastic and magnificent forms, which an active imagination may And the freed ocean rolls himself to peace;

easily convert into landscape-scenery. Crantz says, that some

of these look like churches, with pillars, arches, portals, and Broad to the sun his heaving breast expands,

illuminated windows; others like castles, with square and spiral He holds his mirror to a hundred lands;

turrets. A third class assume the appearance of ships in full While cheering gales pursue the eager chase sail, to which pilots have occasionally gone out, for the purOf billows round immeasurable space.'

pose of conducting them into harbor; many again resemble large islands, with hill and dale, as well as villages, and even

cities, built upon the margin of the sea. Two of these stood 1 The principal phenomena described in this disruption of for many years in Disco Bay, which the Dutch whalers callod to immense a breadth of ice, are introduced on the authority of Amsterdam and Haarlem.

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-Or sunward sailing, on green Erin's sod,

And every sound along the air that comes, They kneelid and worshipp'd a delivering God, The voice of clarions and the roll of drums. Where yet the blood they brought from Greenland -'T is she! 't is she! the well-known keel at last, runs

With Greenland's banner streaming at the mast; Among the noblest of our sister's sons

The full-swoln sails, the spring-tide, and the breeze, -Is all unknown ;-their ice-berg disappears Waft on her way the pilgrim of the seas. Amidst the flood of unreturning years.

The monks at matins issuing from their cells, Ages are fled; and Greenland's hour draws nigh;/ Spread the glad tidings; while their convent-bells Seal'd is the judgment; all her race must die;

Wake town and country, sea and shore, to bliss Commerce forsakes th' unvoyageable seas,

Unknown for years on any morn but this.

Men, women, children throng the joyous strand, That year by year with keener rigor freeze; Th' embargoed waves in narrower channels roll

Whose mnob of moving shadows o'er the sand To blue Spitzbergen and the utmost pole ;

Lengthen to giants, while the hovering sun

Lights up a thousand radiant points from one. A hundred colonies, erewhile that lay

The pilots launch their boats a race! a race! On the green marge of many a Bhelter'd bay.

The strife of oars is seen in every face;
Lapse to the wilderness; their tenants throng
Where streams in summer, turbulent and strong,

Arm against arm puts forth its might to reach,
With molten ice from inland Alps supplied,

And guide the welcome stranger to the beach.

-Shouts from the shore, the cliffs, the boats, arise ; Hold free communion with the breathing tide. That from the heart of ocean sends the flood

No voice, no signal from the ship replies;

Nor on the deck, the yards, the bow, the stern, Of living water round the world, like blood; But Greenland's pulse shall slow and slower beat,

Can keenest eye a human form discern. Till the last spark of genial warmth retreat,

Oh! that those eyes were open'd, there to see, And, like a palsied limb of Nature's frame,

How, in serene and dreadful majesty, Greenland be nothing but a place and name.

Sits the destroying Angel at the helm ! That crisis comes; the wafted fuel fails;'

-He, who hath lately march'd from realm to realm, The cattle perish; famine long prevails;

And from the palace to the peasant's shed, With torpid sloth, intenser seasons bind

Made all the living kindred to the dead : The strength of muscle and the spring of mind;

Nor man alone, dumb nature felt his wrath, Man droops, his spirits waste, his powers decay,

| Drought, mildew, murrain, strew'd his carnage-path; -His generation soon shall pass away.

Harvest and vintage cast their timeless fruit,

Forests before him wither'd from the root. At moonless midnight, on this naked coast,

To Greenland now, with unexhausted power, How beautiful in heaven the starry host!

He comes commission d ; and in evil hour With lambent brilliance o'er these cloister-walls,

| Propitious elements prepare his way; Slant from the firmament a meteor falls;

His day of landing is a festal day.
A steadier flame from yonder beacon streams,
To light the vessel, seen in golden dreams

A boat arrives ;-to those who scale the deck, By many a pining wretch, whose slumbers feign

of life appears but one disastrous wreck; The bliss for which he looks at morn in vain.

Fall'n from the rudder which he fain had grasp'd, Two years are gone, and half expired a third

But stronger Death his wrestling hold upclasp'd, (The nation's heart is sick with hope deferr'd),

The film of darkness freezing o'er his eyes, Since last for Europe sail'd a Greenland prow,

A lukewarm corpse, the brave commander lies; Her whole marine, -50 shorn is Greenland now,

Survivor sole of all his buried crew, Though once, like clouds in ether unconfined,

Whom one by one the rife contagion slew, Her naval wings were spread to every wind.

Just when the cliffs of Greenland cheer'd his sight, The monk, who sits the weary hours to count.

Even from their pinnacle his soul took flight. In the lone block-house, on the beacon mount, Chillid at the spectacle, the pilots gaze Watching the east, beholds the morning star

One on another, lost in blank amaze; Eclipsed at rising o'er the waves afar,

But from approaching boats, when rivals throng, As if, for so would fond expectance think,

They seize the helm, in silence steer along, A sail had cross'd it on the horizon's brink.

And cast their anchor, 'midst exulting cries, His fervent soul, in ecstasy outdrawn,

That make the rocks the echoes of the skies, Glows with the shadows kindling through the dawn. Till the mysterious signs of woes to come, Till every bird that flashes through the brine

Circled by whispers, strike the uproar dumb. Appears an arm'd and gallant brigantine;

Rumor affirms, that by some heinous spell 1 Greenland hns been supplied with fuel, from time imme-l Of Laplånd witches, crew and captain sell ; morial, brought by the tide from the northern shores of Asia, None guess the secret of perfidious fate, and other regions, probably even from California, and the coast Which all shall know too soon, yet know too late of America towards Bebring's Straits. This annual provision, however, has gradually been decreasing for some years past (being partly interrepted by the accumulation of ice), on the

* The monks, who claim the ship, divide the stores shores of modern Greenland towards Davis's Straits. Should itOf food and raiment, at their convent-doors. fail altogether, that country (like the east) must become unin- -A mother, hastening to her cheerless shed, habitable : as the natives themselves employ wood in the con- Breaks to her little ones untasted bread; struction of their house, their boats, and their implements of ci fishing, hunting, and shooting, and could not find any adequate

Clamorous as nestling birds, the hungry band substitute for it at home.

Receive a mortal portion at her hand.

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