. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 24 AT SEVENTEEN Behold, he stands Where golden sandsAnd bright-hued shells begirt lifes sea— His full-orbed eye Reads in the skyNo sign of storm that is to be. Parental halls And garden wallsHis restless feet can not restrain; He tip-toe stands, Beholding landsThat rise beyond the rolling main. He looks and longs And hears the songsThat ocean syllables at play— Of islands green That lie unseenBeyond the outer gates of day. 25. 26 His ardent breast Feels that unrestAnd longing for the bright unknown- That vague untold That must enfoldThe unpos
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 24 AT SEVENTEEN Behold, he stands Where golden sandsAnd bright-hued shells begirt lifes sea— His full-orbed eye Reads in the skyNo sign of storm that is to be. Parental halls And garden wallsHis restless feet can not restrain; He tip-toe stands, Beholding landsThat rise beyond the rolling main. He looks and longs And hears the songsThat ocean syllables at play— Of islands green That lie unseenBeyond the outer gates of day. 25. 26 His ardent breast Feels that unrestAnd longing for the bright unknown- That vague untold That must enfoldThe unpossessed as all its own. The inward fire Of grand desireFeeds all the passions of his soul; He aspires to rise Above the skies,And view the lands from pole to pole. O wanton boy, With phantoms toyWhile hope is strong and fancy free; Go gather shells Where ocean swells,And watch thy ships go out to sea. 27
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