Poems . Fearless of findingA watery grave! When the storm rages,And tempests beat high, Still on the crests Of the billows you fly ; Sportively, joyously,Dart through the foam, Still seem delightedOer ocean to roam. Bird of three elements. Air, water, dost thou rear thy young ? Where hail their birth ? Is it on some lonelyRock in the sea, ON THE STORMY PETREL. H Where human hand or footNever may be ? Dost thou from such lone spot Launch oer the flood,Bringing along with thee Thy youthful brood ? — Over the deep, deep sea Like thee to thee to bring their young, Flutter, — a
Poems . Fearless of findingA watery grave! When the storm rages,And tempests beat high, Still on the crests Of the billows you fly ; Sportively, joyously,Dart through the foam, Still seem delightedOer ocean to roam. Bird of three elements. Air, water, dost thou rear thy young ? Where hail their birth ? Is it on some lonelyRock in the sea, ON THE STORMY PETREL. H Where human hand or footNever may be ? Dost thou from such lone spot Launch oer the flood,Bringing along with thee Thy youthful brood ? — Over the deep, deep sea Like thee to thee to bring their young, Flutter, — and die ? Bird of existence brief, Man is hke he knows not where, Oer a wide sea; Tossed on the billows Of lifes stormy wave,Restless as thou Till he sinks in the grave ; 12 ON THE STORMY PETREL. But not like thee, poor bird, Never to rise!Soon on the wings Of the spirit he flies, — Soars through eternal space,Ransomed and blest, — Mounts to heavens utmost height!There is his 13 MOUNT AUBURN. Sweet Auburn ! which with verdure and with bloomAdorns the precincts of the darksome tomb,Divests the grave of half its dread array,Plants living flowers upon the lifeless the memory of the cherished dead,And turns to balmy dews the tears we shed,Accept a tribute from a strangers pen,Meet resting-place of brave and pious men I There marble monument and sculptured bustSeem to reanimate the silent to each grave a voice, whose thrillmg toneThe sorrowing hearts of friends and kindred own! 14 MOUNT AUBURN. Imagination revels in the scene,And fills with fancied forms each alley green, —Hears Channing preach with eloquence divine,—Spurzheim philosophys wise precepts join, —Heroes address their friends in martial strains,Tell them of Bmikers Hill and battle-plains;Others who braved the dangers of the serve their country and preserve it spangled banner oer the waves naval bulwarks of the Western safely
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