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That satisfies the simple and the meek,
Blest in their pious ignorance, though weak
AT SEA OFF THE ISLE OF MAN.
BOLD words affirmed, in days when faith was strong
And eager, might be still pursued in vain.
Of Powers endued with visible form, instinct
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
Of Power whose ministers the records keep
ON ENTERING DOUGLAS BAY, ISLE OF MAN.
"Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori."
THE feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn,
No; their dread service nerves the heart it warms, And they are led by noble HILLARY.*
BY THE SEA-SHORE, ISLE OF MAN.
WHY stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,
And all enraptured with its purity?—
Because the unstained, the clear, the crystalline,
* See Note.
†The sea-water on the coast of the Isle of Man is singularly pure and beautiful.
ISLE OF MAN.
A YOUTH too certain of his power to wade
Had perished. Then might Sea-nymphs (and with
Of self-reproach) have chanted elegies
In peaceful earth; for, doubtless, he was frank,
Knew not the double-dealing of a smile;
Nor aught that makes men's promises a blank,
The Power that saved him in his strange distress.
ISLE OF MAN.
DID pangs of grief for lenient Time too keen,
Naught heard, of ocean troubled or serene?
A tired Ship-soldier on paternal land,
That o'er the channel holds august command,
The dwelling raised,
a veteran Marine.
He, in disgust, turned from the neighboring sea
That hung between two callings. May no strife
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.