"I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall: No rain comes through, though I hear it fall; The sun peeps gay at dawn of day, And I sing, and wing away, away!" "O Birdie, Birdie, will you, pet? Diamond stones and amber and jet We'll string on a necklace fair and fine, To please this pretty bird of mine." "Oh! thanks for diamonds, and thanks for jet; But here is something daintier yet,— A feather necklace, round and round, That I would not sell for a thousand That rolled the wild, profound, eternal bass In nature's anthem, and made music such As pleased the ear of God! original, Unmarred, unfaded work of Deity! And unburlesqued by mortal's puny skill; From age to age enduring, and unchanged, Majestical, inimitable, vast, Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each Succeeding race, and little pompous work Of man; unfallen, religious, holy sea! Thou bowedst thy glorious head to none, fearedst none, Heardst none, to none didst honor, but to God Thy Maker, only worthy to receive Thy great obeisance. OCEAN. POLLOK. SEE living vales by living waters blessed, Their wealth see earth's dark caverns yield, See Ocean roll in glory dressed, For all a treasure, and round all a shield. CHARLES SPRAGUE. SEA SONG. |