Now on. Mantic waves he rides afar, Where Andes, giant of t the western star, With meteor standard to the winds unfurld, Looks from his throne of cloudsverhalf the world.

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What viewless forms th' Æolian organ play,

And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought away!

Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore

Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildeft fhore.

Lo! to the wint❜ry winds the pilot yields

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His bark careering o'er unfathom'd ticids;

Now on Atlantic waves he rides afar,

Where Andes, giant of the western star,

With meteor ftandard to the winds unfurl'd,

Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world. 60

Now far he sweeps, where scarce a fummer fmiles,

On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked ifles;

Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow,

From wastes that flumber in eternal fnow;

And waft, across the waves tumultuous roar,

The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.

Poor child of danger, nursling of the storm,
Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form! ·
Rocks, waves, and winds, the shatter'd bark delay;
Thy heart is fad, thy home is far away.

But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep, And fing to charm the spirit of the deep:

Swift as yon ftreamer lights the starry pole,

Her vifions warm the watchman's pensive soul :

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His native hills that rife in happier climes,

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The grot that heard his fong of other times,

His cottage-home, his bark of flender fail,

His glaffy lake, and broomwood bloffom'd vale,

Rush on his thought; he fweeps before the wind,
Treads the lov'd fhore he figh'd to leave behind;

Meets at each step a friend's familiar face,

And flies at last to Helen's long embrace;
Wipes from her cheek the rapture-fpeaking tear,
And clafps, with many a figh, his children dear!
While, long neglected, but at length carefs'd,
His faithful dog falutes the fmiling gueft,
Points to the master's eyes (where'er they roam)
His wiftful face, and whines a welcome home.

Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hour,

Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for

power;

To thee the heart its trembling homage yields,

On ftormy floods, and carnage-cover'd fields,