III. Cliffs and downs and headlands which the forward hasting Flight of dawn and eve empurples and embrowns, Wings of wild sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting Cliffs and downs, These, or ever man was, were: the same sky frowns, Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul, forecast ing Times to be, conceived such hopes as time dis crowns These we loved of old: but now for me the blast ing Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns, Clothes with human change these all but everlasting Cliffs and downs. A. C. Swinburne. T AT SEA. HE night is made for cooling shade, And when I was a child, I laid My hands upon my breast and prayed, Child-like as then I lie to-night, And watch my lonely cabin light. AT SEA. Each movement of the swaying lamp As o'er her deck the billows tramp, It starts and shudders, while it burns, Now swinging slow, and slanting low, And yet I know, while to and fro O hand of God! O lamp of peace! O promise of my soul ! Though weak, and tossed, and ill at ease, The ship's convulsive roll, A heavenly trust my spirit calms, Happy as if, to-night, Under the cottage roof, again I heard the soothing summer rain. II 7. T. Trowbridge. THOU THOU GLORIOUS MIRROR! 'HOU glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests! in all time,— Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made: each zone Obeys thee thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. Byron. A MYTH. A FLOATING, a floating Across the sleeping sea, Upon the topmast tree. 66 Oh, came you from the isles of Greece Or off some tree in forests free That fringe the western main ?" "I came not off the old world, But I am one of the birds of God Which sing the whole night through." "Oh, sing and wake the dawning! Oh, whistle for the wind! The night is long, the current strong, DOVER BEACH. "The current sweeps the old world, The wind will blow, the dawn will glow, DOVER BEACH. THE sea is calm to-night; 113 C. Kingsley. The tide is full; the moon lies fair Upon the Straits; on the French coast the light Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, Begin and cease, and then again begin, Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear Ah, love! let us be true : To one another for the world, which seems So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy nor love nor light, Nor certitude nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Matthew Arnold. I CHILD AND SHELL. HAVE seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely, and his countenance soon Brightened with joy for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times, |