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. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures.. . deep and dark blue ocean, —roll: Ten thousand flKetssweejiover time in vain ; Man marks the earth with niiu, —hm control THE SEA. 263 ^tops with the shore;—upon the watery plaiaThe wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remainA shadow of mans ravage save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, lie sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Vithout a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, —thy fieldsAre not a spoil for him, —thou dost ariseAnd shake him from thee; the vile strength he wieldsVor earths destruction thou dost all despise, They melt into thy yeast of waves, whichrnarAlike the Armadas pride or spoils olTrafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee ;Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obeyThe stranger, slave, or savage ; their decayHas dried up realms to deserts ; not so thou;Unchangeable save to thy wild waves play, . Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies.And sendst him, shivering in thy playful sprayAnd howling, to his gods, where haply liesHis petty hope in some near port or bay.And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay. The armaments which thunderstrike the wallsOf rock-built cities, bidding nations quakeAnd monarchs tremble in their capitals.The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs makeTheir clay creator the vain title takeOf lord of thee and arbiter of war, —Those are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, Time writes no wrinkles on thine azursbrow;Such as creations dawn beheld, thou roUestnow. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almightys formGlasses itself in tempests : in all timeCalm or convulsed, —in breeze, or gale, or -storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid climeDark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime.The image of Eternity, —the throneOf the Invisible ! even from out t