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That satisfies the simple and the meek,

Blest in their pious ignorance, though weak
To cope with Sages undevoutly free.

XIII.

AT SEA OFF THE ISLE OF MAN.

BOLD words affirmed, in days when faith was strong
And doubts and scruples seldom teased the brain,
That no adventurer's bark had power to gain
These shores if he approached them bent on wrong;
For, suddenly up-conjured from the Main,
Mists rose to hide the Land,—that search, though
long

And eager, might be still pursued in vain.
O Fancy, what an age was that for song!
That age, when not by laws inanimate,
As men believed, the waters were impelled,
The air controlled, the stars their courses held;
But element and orb on acts did wait

Of Powers endued with visible form, instinct
With will, and to their work by passion linked.

XIV.

DESIRE we past illusions to recall?

To reinstate wild Fancy, would we hide

Truths whose thick veil Science has drawn aside?

No, let this Age, high as she may install

In her esteem the thirst that wrought man's fall, The universe is infinitely wide;

And conquering Reason, if self-glorified,

Can nowhere move uncrossed by some new wall Or gulf of mystery, which thou alone, Imaginative Faith! canst overleap,

In progress toward the fount of Love, - the

throne

Of Power whose ministers the records keep
Of periods fixed, and laws established, less
Flesh to exalt than prove its nothingness.

XV.

ON ENTERING DOUGLAS BAY, ISLE OF MAN.

"Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori."

THE feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn,
Even when they rose to check or to repel
Tides of aggressive war, oft served as well
Greedy ambition, armed to treat with scorn
Just limits; but yon Tower, whose smiles adorn
This perilous bay, stands clear of all offence;
Blest work it is of love and innocence,
A Tower of refuge built for the else forlorn.
Spare it, ye waves, and lift the mariner,
Struggling for life, into its saving arms!
Spare, too, the human helpers! Do they stir
'Mid your fierce shock like men afraid to die?

No; their dread service nerves the heart it warms, And they are led by noble HILLARY.*

XVI.

BY THE SEA-SHORE, ISLE OF MAN.

WHY stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,
With wonder smit by its transparency,

And all enraptured with its purity?—

Because the unstained, the clear, the crystalline,
Have ever in them something of benign ;
Whether in gem, in water, or in sky,
A sleeping infant's brow, or wakeful eye
Of a young maiden, only not divine.
Scarcely the hand forbears to dip its palm
For beverage drawn as from a mountain well.
Temptation centres in the liquid Calm ;
Our daily raiment seems no obstacle
To instantaneous plunging in, deep Sea!
And revelling in long embrace with thee.†

* See Note.

†The sea-water on the coast of the Isle of Man is singularly pure and beautiful.

XVII.

ISLE OF MAN.

A YOUTH too certain of his power to wade
On the smooth bottom of this clear, bright sea,
To sight so shallow, with a bather's glee,
Leaped from this rock, and but for timely aid
He, by the alluring element betrayed,

Had perished. Then might Sea-nymphs (and with
sighs

Of self-reproach) have chanted elegies
Bewailing his sad fate, when he was laid

In peaceful earth; for, doubtless, he was frank,
Utterly in himself devoid of guile;

Knew not the double-dealing of a smile;

Nor aught that makes men's promises a blank,
Or deadly snare: and he survives to bless

The Power that saved him in his strange distress.

XVIII.

ISLE OF MAN.

DID pangs of grief for lenient Time too keen,
Grief that devouring waves had caused, or guilt
Which they had witnessed, sway the man who built
This Homestead, placed where nothing could be

seen,

Naught heard, of ocean troubled or serene?

A tired Ship-soldier on paternal land,

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That o'er the channel holds august command,

The dwelling raised,

a veteran Marine.

He, in disgust, turned from the neighboring sea
To shun the memory of a listless life

That hung between two callings. May no strife
More hurtful here beset him, doomed though free,
Self-doomed, to worse inaction, till his eye
Shrink from the daily sight of earth and sky!

XIX.

BY A RETIRED MARINER.

(A Friend of the Author.)

FROM early youth I ploughed the restless Main, My mind as restless and as apt to change; Through every clime and ocean did I

range, In hope at length a competence to gain ; For poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain, Year after year I strove, but strove in vain, And hardships manifold did I endure, For Fortune on me never deigned to smile; Yet I at last a resting-place have found, With just enough life's comforts to procure, In a snug Cove on this our favored Isle, A peaceful spot where Nature's gifts abound; Then sure I have no reason to complain,

Though poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain.

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