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ON RE-VISITING THE SEA-SHORE,
AFTER LONG ABSENCE,

UN DER STRONG MEDICAL RECOM M EN DATION NOT TO BATH E.

GoD be with thee, gladsome Ocean
How gladly greet I thee once more

Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
And men rejoicing on thy shore.

Dissuading spake the mild Physician,
“Those briny waves for thee are Death "

But my soul fulfilled her mission,
And lo! I breathe untroubled breath !

FASHIon's pining Sons and Daughters,
That seek the crowd they seem to fly,

Trembling they approach thy waters;
And what cares Nature, if they die?

vo L. I. P

Me a thousand hopes and pleasures,
A thousand recollections bland,

Thoughts sublime, and stately measures,
Revisit on thy echoing strand:

Dreams, (the Soul herself forsaking,)
Tearful raptures, boyish mirth;

Silent adorations, making
A blessed shadow of this Earth !

O ye hopes, that stir within me,
Health comes with you from above!

God is with me, God is in me!
I cannot die, if Life be Love.

III. MEDITATIVE POEMS,

IN BLANK VERSE.

Yea, he deserves to find himself deceived,
Who seeks a Heart in the unthinking Man.
Like shadows on a stream, the forms of life

Impress their characters on the smooth forehead :

Nought sinks into the Bosom's silent depth.
Quick sensibility of Pain and Pleasure
Moves the light fluids lightly; but no soul
Warmeth the inner frame.

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HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE, IN THE
WALE OF CHAMOUNY.

Besides the Rivers, Arve and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mount Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides; and within a few paces of the Glaciers,

the Gentiana Major grows in immense numbers, with its “ flowers of loveliest blue.”

HAST thou a charm to stay the Morning-Star
In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLAN cl
The Arve and Arveiron at thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form :
Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines,
How silently. Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it,
As with a wedge ' But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy chrystal shrine,

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