CALM AT SEA.
Silence deep rules o’er the waters,
Calmly slumbering lies the main,
While the sailor views with trouble
Nought but one vast level plain.
Not a zephyr is in motion!
Silence fearful as the grave!
In the mighty waste of ocean
Sunk to rest is every wave.
If wealth is gone,—then something is gone!
Quick, make up thy mind,
And fresh wealth find.
If honour is gone,—then much is gone!
Seek glory to find.
And people then will alter their mind.
If courage is gone,—then all is gone!
’Twere better that thou hadst never been born.
THE PROSPEROUS VOYAGE.
The mist is fast clearing.
And radiant is heaven,
Whilst Æolus loosens
Our anguish-fraught bond.
The zephyrs are sighing,
Alert is the sailor.
Quick! nimbly be plying!
The billows are riven,
The distance approaches;
I see land beyond!
