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Oft had her oaks their tribute brought, To rib its flanks with thunder fraught; But late her evil star
Had cursed it on its homeward way, "The spoiler shall become the prey."
Thus warned, Britannia's anxious heart
So views the mother through her tears, The daughter of her hope and fears, When hectic beauties glow
On the frail cheek, where sweetly bloom The roses of an early tomb.
No fears the brave adventurers knew,
But not to crush the vaunting foe
On India's long expecting strand
Their sails were never furled, Never on known or friendly land
By storms their keel was hurled; Their native soil no more they trod, They rest beneath no hallowed sod Throughout the living world, This sole memorial of their lot Remains they were and they are not.
Full in his wake of glory steer,
His compass guides thee through;
VIII. THE SAILOR RETURNING TO HIS FAMILY.
"As every way of life, from the highest to the humblest, has its besetting sins, so, let it be remembered, each may and ought to have its appropriate virtues; and those which the seaman is called upon to practise are of a high order. He lives in a course of privations, selfdenial, and strict obedience, always in insecurity, often in danger, not seldom in the face of death. Through such discipline no man can pass unchanged; he must be brutalized by it, or exalted; it will either call forth the noble qualities of his nature, or worsen a bad disposition, and harden an evil heart. The more necessary is it, therefore, that he should be taught where to look for examples, and where for assistance and support: the former are afforded him by history, which is always most useful when it is related with most fidelity; for the latter he must look to that Heavenly Father who has created and preserved him, and in His infinite mercy has given him the means of grace."-Southey's British Admirals.
MUCH would it please you sometimes to explore
The trembling children look with steadfast eyes,
IX. THE MIGHTY SEA.
"Now for the services of the sea, they are innumerable: it is the great purveyor of the world's commodities to our use; conveyor of the excess of rivers; uniter, by traffic, of all nations; it presents the eye with diversified colours and motions, and is, as it were with rich brooches, adorned with various islands. It is an open field for merchandize in peace; a pitched field for the most dreadful fights of war; yields diversity of fish and fowl for diet; materials for wealth, medicine for health, simples for medicines, pearls, and other jewels for ornament; amber and ambergrise for delight; the wonders of the Lord in the deep' for instruction, variety of creatures for use, multiplicity of natures for contemplation, diversity of accidents for admiration, compendiousness to the way, to full bodies healthful evacuation, to the thirsty earth fertile moisture, to distant friends pleasant meeting, to weary persons delightful refreshing, to studious and religious minds a map of knowledge, mystery of temperance, exercise of continence; school of prayer, meditation, devotion, and sobriety; refuge to the distressed, portage to the merchant, passage to the traveller, customs to the prince, springs, lakes, rivers, to the earth; it hath on its tempests and calms to chastise the sins, to exercise the faith, of seamen; manifold affections in itself, to affect and stupify the subtlest philosopher; sustaineth moveable fortresses for the soldier; maintaineth (as in our island) a wall of defence and watery garrison to guard the state; entertains the sun with vapours, the moon with obsequiousness, the stars also with a natural looking-glass, the sky with clouds, the air with temperateness, the soil with suppleness, the rivers with tides, the hills with moisture, the valleys with fertility; containeth most diversified matter for meteors, most multiform shapes, most various, numerous kinds, most immense, difformed, deformed, unformed monsters; once (for why should I longer detain you?)-the sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts, navigation."-Samuel Purchas.
THOU art sounding on, thou mighty sea, for ever and the same! The ancient rocks yet ring to thee, whose thunders nought can tame.
The Dorian flute, that sighed of yore along thy wave, is still;
And the songs at Rome's high triumphs poured are with her eagles flown;
And mute the Moorish horn, that rang o'er stream and mountain free,
And the hymn the learned Crusaders sang hath died in Galilee. But thou art swelling on, thou deep, through many an olden clime,
Thy billowy anthem ne'er to sleep until the close of Time!
X. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
"THE sea deserved to be hated by the old aristocracies, inasmuch as it has been the mightiest instrument in the civilization of mankind. In the depth of winter, when the sky is covered with clouds, and the land presents one cold blank and lifeless surface of snow, how refreshing is it to the spirits to walk upon the shore, and to enjoy the eternal freshness and liveliness of ocean. Even so in the deepest winter of the human race, when the earth was but one chilling expanse of inactivity, life was stirring in the waters; there began that spirit whose genial influence has now reached the land, has broken the chains of winter, and covered the face of the earth with beauty."-Arnold.
"Battle and breeze." "Loud and long."
YE mariners of England!
The battle and the breeze.
Your glorious standard launch again
And sweep through the deep,
As ye sweep through the deep,
No towers along the steep;
As they roar on the shore,