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Who freeze alive, nor, dead, in dust repose,
That hourly come with blessings from the skies;
A Mutiny excited.
WHAT though Despondence reigned, and wild Affright –
O'er him a Vampire his dark wings displayed.3
'Twas MERION's self, covering with dreadful shade.*
Thrice, with a cry that thrilled the mortal frame,
Called on the Spirit within. Disdaining flight,
Not long to slumber! In an evil hour Informed and lifted by the unknown power, It starts, it speaks! "We live, we breathe no more! The fatal wind blows on the dreary shore! On yonder cliffs beckoning their fellow-prey, The spectres stalk, and murmur at delay!" -Yet if thou canst (not for myself I plead! Mine but to follow where 't is thine to lead), O, turn and save! To thee, with streaming eyes, To thee cach widow kneels, each orphan cries! Who now, condemned the lingering hours to tell, Think and but think of those they loved so well!”
All melt in tears! but what can tears avail? These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail. These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear Smiting of hands, outcries of grief and fear (That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still, Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill). "Were there no graves- none in our land," they cry "That thou hast brought us on the deep to die?" Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak His face he muffled - then the HERO spoke. "Generous and brave! when God himself is here. Why shake at shadows in your mid career? He can suspend the laws himself designed, He walks the waters, and the wingéd wind;
Himself your guide! and yours the high behest,
Yet in His name whom only we should fear ('T is all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear) Grant but three days."
He spoke not uninspired;12
And each in silence to his watch retired.
At length among us came an unknown Voice! "Go, if ye will; and, if ye can, rejoice. Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share. In his own shape shall Death receive you there."13
TWICE in the zenith blazed the orb of light;
These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue,
The sails were furled; with many a melting close, Solemn and slow the evening-anthem rose,
Rose to the Virgin.'
'T was the hour of day
When setting suns o'er summer-seas display
A path of glory, opening in the west
Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there!
Chosen of Men ! 4 'T was thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light;" (Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Enters the soul, and makes the darkness day!) "PEDRO RODRIGO! there, methought, it shone ! There in the west! and now, alas! 't is gone! 'T was all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain! -But mark and speak not, there it comes again! It moves! what form unseen, what being there With torch-like lustre fires the murky air? His instincts, passions, say, how like our own? O! when will day reveal a world unknown?"
The New World.
Long on the deep the mists of morning lay,
Glory to God!” unnumbered voices sung,
Slowly, bare-headed, through the surf we bore