Till from thy heart Hope ebbing fast away, Thou sought'st thy cave-and breath'dst a pray'r to Heaven. No foot is heard upon the Jetty's base; I am alone-and leaning o'er its side I gaze in silence-thinking on the deep, Its dangers, and its wonders, and its paths, Dark, trackless, and unsearchable by all Save by His eye who made earth, sea, and heav'n. Fill'd with these thoughts, I ponder till my mind Shrinks back in mute astonishment and awe. 'Tis good to be alone-it turns the view Into the inward man, and makes him strive To root the weeds of passion from his breast That choke the growth of virtue Who can gaze Upon the green expanse of waters, though they seem Smooth as the mirror which to beauty's eye Reflects her graceful form, and not be rais'd Above the low contentions of the world Not feel the glow that meditation gives, Whose sacred musings lift him to his God? Light springs the gale, and round yon eastern point, Stretching in bold projection from the land, In quick succession comes the frequent bark Wafting the freight of commerce-every sail They spread, and whiten on the vast expanse, Covering the ocean's surface, where but late No solitary object met the view. Before them plows her course the stately Ship With guardian thunders to protect their stores, She seems the empress of the vassal wave: Soon as her undulating flag is seen, The watchful signal on the lofty coast At various stations flies, and waves in air, Till from her mast the answering signal floats *. *Upon the appearance of any ship of war off the coast, signals are hoisted from the different stations, the answer to These fragile vessels to the careless eye Seem but the sport of tempests, yet by them By them are far-divided countries join'd In ties of brotherhood and friendly trade. In every clime their busy sail is spread, From Afric's sun-burnt Cape to Greenland's snows, From Darien's isthmus to the sea that rolls Where spicy groves lift high their fragrant heads. Nor yet is wealth alone from them deriv'd, which tells the number of the ship, from which the commanders at the signal-posts, by referring to their books, immediately learn her name and force. C But power and fame; for on their humble decks Are learnt the rudiments of naval skill, Are train'd the heroes of the naval war; Who at their country's call, by glory led, And thee, undaunted NELSON, rush to arms, As when on Egypt's shores, the hostile fleets In conflict join'd, thy dread volcanoes burst As thunder awful, rapid as the flash Of Heav'n-and Gallia's navy was no more! -if I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in my arms. Measure for Measure. |