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I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Beside a sea that could not cease to smile;
A Picture had it been of lasting ease,
Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,
Such Picture would I at that time have made : And seen the soul of truth in every part;
A faith, a trust, that could not be betrayed.
So once it would have been, - 'tis so no more; I have submitted to a new control:
A power is gone, which nothing can restore; A deep distress hath humanized my Soul.
Not for a moment could I now behold
Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend,
If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore,
This Work of thine I blame not, but commend;
This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.
O'tis a passionate Work!
yet wise and well;
Well chosen is the spirit that is here;
That Hulk which labours in the deadly swell,
And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,
Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone,
Housed in a dream, at distance from the Kind!
Such happiness, wherever it be known,
Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.
But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,
TO THE DAISY.
SWEET Flower! belike one day to have
Ah hopeful, hopeful was the day
His wish was gained: a little time
Would bring him back in manhood's prime,
And free for life, these hills to ́climb,
With all his wants supplied.
And full of hope day followed day
While that stout Ship at anchor lay
The May had then made all things green;
And, floating there in pomp serene,
That Ship was goodly to be seen,
Yet then, when called ashore, he sought
Το your abodes, bright daisy Flowers!
And loved you glittering in your bowers,
Once more on English earth they stand:
But, when a third time from the land
They parted, sorrow was at hand
For Him and for his Crew.
Ill-fated Vessel! - ghastly shock!
At length delivered from the rock, The deep she hath regained;
And through the stormy night they steer, Labouring for life, in hope and fear,
Towards a safer shore - how near,
Yet not to be attained!
"Silence!" the brave Commander cried;
To that calm word a shriek replied,
It was the last death-shriek.
- A few appear by morning light,
For him in vain I seek.
Six weeks beneath the moving sea
Unforced by wind or wave
To quit the Ship for which he died,
(All claims of duty satisfied ;)
And there they found him at her side;