ODE TO THE MOON. 135 Of her wild hills, still turn my eyes to thee; Let it be so indeed! Earth hath her peace beneath the trampled stone; And let me perish where no heart shall bleed, And nought, save passing winds, shall make my moan; No tears, save night's to wash my humble shrine, And watching o'er me, no pale face but thine. NIGHT. BY JONES VERY. I THANK thee, Father, that the night is near For dark-robed night comes hovering from above, And while within her darkened couch I sleep, Thine eyes untired above will constant vigils keep. 138 ONLY ONE NIGHT AT SEA. The pledge has been received, As bounding o'er the wave, The gallant bark moves on To bear them to their grave. The merry beams of day Before the darkness flee, And gloomy night comes slowly on, And countless stars look down Within that stately boat The prattler's voice is still, And manhood's vigorous mind Is wrapped in deep repose, And sorrow's victim lies Forgetful of his woes. ONLY ONE NIGHT AT SEA. 139 But hark! that fearful sound, That wild, appalling cry, That wakes the sleepers from their dreams, And rouses them-to die: Ah, who shall tell the hopes That hour hath passed away, The morning's beams are bright, To far eternity, And many hearts been wrecked In that "one night at sea." Great God! whose hand hath launched That our frail bark may be, "Only one night at sea." |