MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

FAIR WIND.

O, WHO can tell, that never sailed

Among the glassy seas,

How fresh and welcome breaks the morn

That ushers in a breeze!

“Fair Wind! Fair Wind!" alow, aloft,

All hands delight to cry,

As, leaping through the parted waves,

The good ship makes reply.

While fore and aft, all staunch and tight,

She spreads her canvas wide,

The captain walks his realm, the deck, With more than monarch's pride ; For well he knows the sea-bird's wings, So swift and sure to-day,

Will waft him many a league to-night

In triumph on his way.

Then welcome to the rushing blast

That stirs the waters now,

Ye white-plumed heralds of the deep,
Make music round her prow!

Good sea-room in the roaring gale,

Let stormy trumpets blow;

But chain ten thousand fathoms down

The sluggish calm below!

ON A BOOK OF SEA-MOSSES,

SENT TO AN EMINENT ENGLISH POET.

To him who sang of Venice, and revealed
How Wealth and Glory clustered in her streets,
And poised her marble domes with wondrous skill,
We send these tributes, plundered from the sea.
These many-colored, variegated forms

Sail to our rougher shores, and rise and fall
To the deep music of the Atlantic wave.

Such spoils we capture where the rainbows drop,
Melting in ocean. Here are broideries strange,
Wrought by the sea-nymphs from their golden hair,
And wove by moonlight. Gently turn the leaf.