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The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
Our friend of youth, that Ocean, which when we
Those waves, we follow'd on till the dark Euxine roll'd.
Upon the blue Symplegades: long years—. Long, though not very many, since have done Their work on both; some suffering and some tears Have left us nearly where we had begun: Yet not in vain our mortal race hath run; We have had our reward—and it is here; That we can yet feel gladden'd by the sun, And reap from earth, sea, joy almost as dear As if there were no man to trouble what is clear.
Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair Spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
And dashest him again to earth :—there let him lay.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:—not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browSuch as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
My task is done-my song hath ceased-my theme
The spell should break of this protracted dream.
Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been—-
He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell;
Bell & Bain, Printers, Giasgow.