_The sea,_ as a picture of life, has been celebrated by
the poetic thought of all ages, and the author will therefore hardly
hope to offer much that is new in the following verses. His only
excuse for so worn a theme is, that the world still loves the
picture, and that each generation can, at best, but reset the old
jewels of the past.
CONTENTS.
Across the Sea,
The Seven Sleepers,
A Legend of St. John,
The Blessed Vale.
ACROSS THE SEA.
Inscribed to
David Swing.
ACROSS THE SEA.
I.--CHILDHOOD.
Ah! who can speak that country whence I fled?
None but a lover may its beauty know,
None but a poet can its rapture sing;
And e'en his muse, upborne on Fancy's wing,
Will grieve o'er beauties still unnoticed,
O'er raptures language is too poor to show.
Fore'er remains the land where children dwell,
Earth's fairest mem'ry and its Palestine;
Tho' years have passed since on my forehead there
Were graven lines of weariness and care,
Still on the silver string of memory oft I tell
The golden beads of joy that once were mine.
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