[George V. Dearborn.]

Arrived from out abysmal deeps of brine, A regal splendor glows within thy whorl, Like pomp of rosy morn in shimmering pearl. Surely "the hand that made thee is divine"! Ah, why so richly dight for beauty's shrine? No eye can feast on walls of gemmëd burl Far down the overwhelming rush and swirl Of awful wastes scarce plumbed of fathom-line!

Fit for the palace of high seneschal! Inlaid with colors which the Tyrian King Vain sought to rival on his royal scroll, And echoing yet the ocean's trembling string: Methinks the Master wrought this ivory hall To please the love of beauty in His soul.

A RED SUNRISE.

The naked Bay its silver notes is telling Sweeter than flute or harp or singing bird, Beatings of rosy rhythm in winsome word Of lilting song are softly shoreward welling: Anear and far the ruddy waters swelling, In laughter-peals around the fair earth heard, Thrill swift the home-bound keels so long unstirred-- The kiss of day the weary wings compelling.

Beware the elfin bugles sounding clear As glows morn's pallid ash to crimson flame And makes a bloody dazzle of the waves! Ere burn the embers in the west all blear, The deep shall thunder its awful chant of fame O'er noble hearts gone down to wandering graves.

THE OPAL FIRES ARE GONE.

The opal fires are gone, and but a stain Of day yet lingers as the sudden night With swift cloud blots the crouching hills from sight, And the far sea moans deep in ominous pain. Ah me, it is the swart-winged hurricane! The furious tide in elemental fight Is lashing fierce and hoar with giant might,-- The bleeding shores the tale shall tell the main!

Brave sailor, reeling in thy storm-drunk bark, Blinded by sheeted rain blown tempest-wild, And vexed with roaring darkness round about! The heaven-sent vision fair of wife and child Calm seated at love's hearth, with face ahark, Makes thee divine amid the awful rout.

THE CUMULUS CLOUD.

Mountains of heaven, in stainless white ye shine, Islanded in calm of pearl- and sapphire-blue! The pillared heights are lifted into view In spectral power reposeful as divine. A timeless peace abides in every line Soft moulded from the quarries of the dew, Yet fateful fire the inmost heart throbs through, And thunder slumbers in the brows benign.

Paling before the massive whiteness there, The faltering moon comes up the waiting night; The faithful stars, like folded lilies, sleep Till Love's wide wonder of the lullëd air Melts with its rose-tipt crests in azure deep, And sets the skyey plains abloom with light.

SEA FOG.

Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea; Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast, Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast, And wreathëd waters grey with mystery! The ship glides like a phantom silently, As screams the white-winged gull before the mast; Weird elemental shapes go flitting past, Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay.

The vapor lifts! Again the sea gleams bright; The heavens have hid within their chambers far Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light, The belted splendors for the rising sun, And rosy curtains for the evening star.

PARTRIDGE ISLAND.

The title deeds of these rich shores are thine By age,--thine, too, by succor and defence; Ere they were kissed by winds, or waves beat thence, Thy breast of beauty broke the beating brine. All hail, fair Isle, first born! Thy jeweled shrine Is worn by pilgrim feet; thy firgroves dense, Peopled with Hamadryads, cheat the sense With frolic fays and all the rosy Nine.

These younglings--Gilbert's Cliff, and Sharp, and Split, Bold Silver Crag, the Islands Five, and Two, And broad-browed Blomidon--the Basin's Ben,-- When comes the witchery of fog-wreathed view, Each robed in richest hues, with curtsies fit, Sails in and out the circle of thy ken.

TENNYSON ROCK.

Majestic, awesome and inspiring mock, Sculptured by frost and sun and bitter brine! Has nature sympathy with men divine, To carve remembrance in colossal rock? Circled by voices of the sea-god's flock, Deep calm is his, aloofness of the pine,-- As when he waited his great Pilot's sign Ere he embarked from out earth's sheltered loch.

O seer and Englishman, our answering hearts Leapt at thy words of empire! Sure 'tis meet In "that true North" thy form should front the sea, Where Howe, McDonald, Tupper played their parts At statecraft, gath'ring at Old England's feet Our Pleiad State,--one flag, one destiny.

OF BEAUTY.

The convoluted wave, God's first sea-shell, Upgathers now the deep's great harmonies; From the far blue an Alp-like cloud doth well, Baring its azured peaks to the heavenlies. My spirit's outward bound, hath liberty! Earnest as rising flame its young love burns To catch the awesome gladness flowing free O'er earth and sky as Beauty's face upturns.

O naught is great without thy effluence! In curving billow's culminating sweep, In mountain heights, the strength of grace is seen. Essence divine, of God-like competence,-- Reposeful in the heart of things as sleep! Robed in the purple, sceptred, throned a queen!

THE UNDERTOW.