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6. And soon that toil shall end :
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend

Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest.
7. Thou’rt gone! the abyss' of heaven
Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,

And shall not soon depart:
8. He who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps årīght.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

SECTION XI.

I.

45. THE LANDSMAN'S SONG.

OH,

H, who would be bound to the barren sea,

If he could dwell on land-
Where his step is ever both firm and free,
Where flowers ărise, like sweet girls' eyes,
And rivulets sing, like birds in spring ?-
For me- -I will take my stand

On land, on land!
Forever and ever on solid land!
2. I've sailed on the riotous, roaring sea,

With an undaunted band :
Yět my village home mire pleasèth me,
With its valleys gay, where maidens stray,
And its grassy mead, where the white flocks feed-
And so I will take my stand,

On land, on land !
Forever and ever on solid land!

1 A bộss', a gulf; a bottomless depth; hence, any deep or immeasurable space; often, hell, or the bottomless pit.

THE SAILOR'S SONG.

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3. Some say they could die on the salt, salt sea!

(But have they been loved on land ?) Some rave of the ocean in drunken glee

Of the music born on a gusty morn,
When the tempest is waking, and billows are breaking,
And lightning flashing, and the thick rain dashing,
And the winds and the thunders shout forth the sea wonders
Such things may give joy to ă dreaming boy-
But for me,-I will take my

stand
On land, on land!
Forever and ever on solid land!

B. W. PROCTER.

II.

46. THE SAILOR'S SONG.

THE

HE sea! the sea! thē open sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runnèth the earth's wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ;

Or like a cradled creature lies.
2. I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!

I am where I would ever be ;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go ;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,

What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
3. I love, oh, how I love to ride

On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When
every

mad wave drowns the moon,
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goëth the world below,

And why the sou'west blasts do blow.
4 I never was on the dull, tame shore,

But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seekèth its mother's nesty
And a mother she was and is to me ;
For I was born on the open sea!

5. The waves were white, and red the morn,

In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rollid,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild

As welcom'd to life the ocean-child !
6. I've lived since then, in calm and strife,

Full fifty summers a sailor's life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sigh’d for chānge ;
And Death, whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild unbounded sea!

B. W. PROCTER.

III.

47. THE CAVERN BY THE SEA.

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THERE is a cavern in the island of Hoonga, one of the

Tonga islands, in the South Pacific Ocean, which can be entered only by diving into the sea, and has no other light than what is reflected from the bottom of the water.

2. A young chief discovered it accidentally while diving after a turtle, and the use which he made of his discovery will probably be sung in more than one Eū 'rope'an language, so beautifully is it adapted for a tale in verse.

3. There was a tyrannical' governor at Văvaoo, against whom one of the chiefs formed a plan of insurrection : it was betrayed, and the chief, with all his family and kin, was ordered to be destroyed. He had a beautiful daughter, betrothed to a chief of high rank, and she also was included in the sentence.

4. The youth who had found the cavern, and kept the secret to himself, loved this damsel. He told her the dānger to which she and all of her family were exposed, and persuaded her to place her safety in his hands. With her consent, he placed her in his canoe, and described the place of her proposed retreat, as he skillfully plied the oar in the direction of the cavern.

Tý răn' nic al, unjustly severe rebellion ; an attempt to overthrow in government; cruel.

a government. * In'sur rěc' tion, a rising against Be trothed', contracted or en. the authority of a city or state; a gaged to be married.

THE CAVERN BY THE SEA.

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5. Like the rest of her countrywomen, the maid was an expert swimmer. Having reached the spot, they dived into the water, and entered the cavern, a large and commodious apartment, about fifty feet in length, and nearly the same in height, beautifully ornamented with sparry' incrustations.

6. Here he brought her the choicèst food, the finest clothing, mats for her bed, and sandal-wood oil to perfūme' herself: here he visited her as often as was consistent with prudence ; and here, as may be imagined, this Tonga Leän'derwooed and won the maid, whom, to make the interest complete, he had long loved in secret, when he had no hope. Meantime he prepared, with all his dependents, male and female, to emigrate in secret to the Fiji (fē'jē) islands.

7. The intention was so well concealed, that they embarked in safety, and his people asked him, at the point of their departure, if he would not take with him a Tonga wife ; and accordingly, to their great astonishment, having steered close to a rock, he desired them to wait while he went into the sea to fetch her, jumped overboard, and, just as they were beginning to be seriously alarmed at his lčng disappearance, ho rose with his mistress from the water.

8. This story is not deficient in that which all such stories should have to be perfectly delightful,-a fortunate conclusion. The party remained at the Fijis till the oppressor died, and then returned to Văvaoo, where they enjoyed a long and happy life. This is related as an authentic tradition.

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IV.

48. OUR NATIVE SHIPS.

1. UR native ships ! in fleet career, they linger not behind,

and wind. With banners on the breeze, they leap as gayly o'er the foam, As stately barks from prouder seas, that long have learn'd to roam

2. The Indian wave, with luring smiles, swept round them bright

to-day ; And havens of Atlantic isles are opening on their way; Ere yět these evening shadows close, or this frail song is o’er, Full many a straining mast will rise to greet a foreign shore.

3. High up the lashing northern deep, where glimmering watch

lights beam, Away in beauty where the stars in tropic brightness gleam, Where'er the sea-bird wets her bēak, or blows the stormy gale

, On to the water's furthèst verge our ships majestic sail.

4. They dip their keels in every stream that swells beneath the sky: And where old ocean's billows roll, their lofty pennants fly: They furl their sheets in threatening clouds that float across

the main, To link with love earth's distant bays, in many a golden chain.

J. T. FIELDS.

V.

49. THE GREEK EMIGRANT'S SONG.

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COW launch the boat

upon

the wave-
The wind is blowing off the shore-
I will not live a cowering slave,

In these polluted islands more.
Beyond the wild, dark-heaving sea,
There is a better home for me.

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