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Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave, Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night-o’ertaken mariner to save.
And the great ships sail outward and return,
Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells, And ever joyful, as they see it burn,
They wave their silent welcomes and farewells.
They come forth from the darkness, and their sails
Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils,
Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
The mariner remembers when a child,
On his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink ; And when, returning from adventures wild,
He saw it rise again o'er ocean's brink.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same
Year after year, through all the silent night Burns on for evermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp
The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
The startled waves leap over it; the storm
Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, And steadily against its solid form
Press the great shoulders of the hurricane.
Of wings, and winds, and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within,
Dashes himself against the glare, and dies.
A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of Jove, It does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
But hails the mariner with words of love.
Sail on!' it says, 'sail on, ye stately ships !
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man!!
H. W. LONGFELLOW. THE SEA-MEW.
How joyously the young sea-mew
Familiar with the waves, and free,
And such a brightness in his eye,
We were not cruel, yet did sunder
We bore our ocean-bird unto
But flowers of earth were pale to him
The green trees round him only made
Then one her gladsome face did bring,
He lay down in his grief to die,
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go ?
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,