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So like a wither'd leaflet, than the glare
Nor is regret exclusive to the old : The boy, whose birth was midway o'er the main, A ship his cradle, by the billows rock’d, — “The nursling of the storm,”—altho’ he claims No native land, yet does he wistful hear Of some far distant country still callid home, Where lambs of whitest fleece sport on the hills, Where gold-speck'd fishes wanton in the streams; Where little birds, when snow-flakes dim the air, Light on the floor, and peck the table crumbs, And with their singing cheer the winter day.
But what the loss of country to the woes Of banishment and solitude combin'd!
Oh ! my heart bleeds to think there now may live
pass his weary hours,
Bestowing grateful interchange of rest
And labour, is annull’d; for there the trees,
And now he sings, and fondly hopes the strain May be the same that sweet ascends at home
congregation full,--where, not without a tear, They are remember'd who in ships behold The wonders of the deep:* he sees the hand, The widow'd hand, that veils the eye suffus'd : He sees his orphan boy look up, and strive The widow'd heart to soothe. His spirit leans On God. Nor does he leave his weekly vigil, Tho' tempests ride o’er welkin-lashing waves On wings of cloudless wind;t tho' lightnings burst So vivid, that the stars are hid and seen
*« They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in the great deep: these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.”—Psal. cvii.
+ In the tropical regior.s, the sky during storms is often without a cloud.
In awful alternation: Calm he views
The far-exploding firmament, and dares
And thy right hand does lead him. Lo! at last, One sacred eve, he hears, faint from the deep, Music remote, swelling at intervals, As if th’ embodied spirit of sweet sounds Came slowly floating on the shoreward wave: The cadence well he knows,--a hymn of old,
*“ If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.”--Psal. cxxxix.