THE SAILOR'S DEPARTURE.

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When sea and sky in midnight darkness join, Still, still he views the parting look she gave.

Her gentle spirit, lightly hov'ring o'er,
Attends his little bark from pole to pole;
And, when the beating billows round him roar,
Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul.

Carved is her name in many a spicy grove,
In many a plantain forest, waving wide,
Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove,
And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.

But lo, at last he comes with crowded sail!
Lo, o'er the cliff what eager figures bend!
And hark, what mingled murmurs swell the gale!
In each he hears the welcome of a friend.

'Tis she, 'tis she herself! she waves her hand! Soon is the anchor cast, the canvass furled: Soon through the whitening surge he springs to land,

And clasps the maid he singled from the world. ROGERS.

THE PILGRIM.

WITH ADDITIONAL STANZAS BY THE TRANSLATOR.

YET in life's gay spring advancing,

I conceived the wish to roam,
And the young with pleasure dancing
Left I in my father's home.

I, my heritage forsaking,

Gaily trusting, all resigned;
And, the pilgrim's light staff taking,
Forth I hied with childlike mind.

Apprehensions vague and latent,
Hopes resistless urge me on;
While they cry, The way is patent,
Travel towards the rising sun,

Till before a golden portal

You arrive, and enter there; Then this earthly shall immortal And ethereal rapture share.

Evening came, and came the morning,
Never, never stand I still;
But, as all my efforts scorning,
Flies the object of my will.

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Planks o'er gulfs I throw, and bridges
Where conflicting torrents meet.

Reaching now a river gliding

Towards the morn, that gems its crest, Joyful in its course confiding,

I commit me to its breast.

To a mighty sea it bore me,
Plaything of its rapid surge;
Vast the heaving waste before me,
Distant still its dusky verge.

Ah! no bridge will bear me thither;
Never will the lofty sky
And the earth unite together;

Ah! that far is never nigh.

[Radiant through the dark commotion, Pilgrim, hail the Saviour's form;

He can pilot o'er this ocean

Calm the wind, and lay the storm.

Hope will light the gloomy waters,
Love her azure flag unfurl,

Till th' Almighty's sons and daughters
Enter through the gates of pearl.

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