CAPE COTTAGE. We stood upon the ragged rocks, When the long day was nearly done, The waves had ceased their sullen shocks And lapped our feet with murmuring tone, And, o'er the Bay, in streaming locks Blew the red tresses of the Sun. Along the west the golden bars Above our heads, the faint few stars Looked out from the unfathomed blue, And the far city's clamorous jars Seemed melted in that evening hue. Oh sunset sky, oh purple tide, Oh friends to friends that closer press'd, Those glories have in darkness died, And ye have left my longing breast, I could not keep you by my side, Nor fix that radiance in the west. Upon those rocks the waves shall beat With the same low and murmurous strain, Across those waves with glancing feet NEARER TO THEE. YEARS, years have fled, since, hushed in thy last slumber, Twilight comes, and robes in softest splendor The night is gone; and as the mists of morning I sometimes think thy spirit kindly watches In those sweet seasons thou dost come before me, I feel thy presence like a blessing o'er me, THE LAUNCHING. She starts-she moves-she seems to feel And spurning with her foot the ground, H. W. LONGFELLOW. WELL may they deck the ship to-day Well may she wear her best array, So soon a bride to be; Long has the dainty beauty kept Her lover from her charms, But now her last lone sleep is slept, Oh, guard our darling from the storm: Thy bosom never bore A prouder or more faultless form, A fairer love before. Tame down thy billows thundering shocks, Thy foaming wrath, O Sea! And keep her from the angry rocks That lie along her lee. Her home has been where green hills kiss The river's rippling tide, But, oh! our eyes must learn to miss The Ocean's new-made bride, Where white-capp'd waves forever rise, Where sea-birds skim the foam, Far off, beneath the sea-kissed skies, Our Beauty seeks her home. Ah, proud may be the mariners And proudly may her ensign fly That bears the stripes and stars; The peace that builds a ship like this, |