Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3879, 4 June 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

Majesty's ship Earydiee (• fcwauiff S^-rtW*?-*"*3** to**** Station, full of the youns; and abt#,or Up nary, wrecked oae Sunday erraiiiiL«tiatfL o September, 1879, off the Isle oFWlgit, by a sudden snoWStorm within a hfflhuiM of her anchors**, Spithead), istaa albsja, some years before, will be seed with li*sly interest:— % - "There is sorrow on the'sta; it cannot be quieC"— OEREMIAII rfix., 23. i I stood on the shore of the beautiful sea, A. the billows vert wacMßft wild and free; Onward they o»me, with unfailing force, Iben backward turned in their restless t * court« i |m and ere* sounded! thefc rear, > '. Foaming a*>dd«hinf against thr*9»-J«' '* Ever and *Ter they rote »n4 fell, - With hearing, and nghing and weight* swelL $nd deep see^oed Q*]ling*load to d«as,, ~ Lest the mormuriDg warn' thotild"ar% to | sleep." „-""" In summer and winder, bj. Bight and |»y ikj. TKro' cloud and ian»fnnt holding thott-WfcVf 01), when shaUib*owsii's trsabled bn^*,. Calmh^and quietly iinlt^to rett*^ ■"-« - ' Oh,' when shall the wares' wild marmwiaf cease, And the mighty waters be hashed to p—pst - It cannot be quiet—it cannot rest— , ? There must be hearing on ocean* breast, The tide must ebb, the tide must flow, - ->' Whilst the changing seasons corn* and go*. 1 Still from the depths of that hidden stoa*^ < There m treasures tossed up < aJosf ike shore— * • "~ ' • '» " Tossed by the billows, then seized again, Carried away by.the rushing main. Oh! strangely glorious and bejstttiful sea, Sounding for erer mysteriously, Why are thy billoweistiU rolling on, With their wild and sad and niusical tonstf Why is there iierer repese for thecr-,' o '■' X Why slumberest thoojoot, oh, migMy sssr*^ Then the ocean's Toice X seemed to hear, Mournfully, solemnly, sounding near, , In a wail, sent up from the ( cpT#rns below, Fraught'with dark^mesa'ories'-of lisjman' woeTelling of loved ones buried theft/" -; r . Of the dying shriek and the^ dying prayer t Telling of hearts still watching fo'TOn' ' For those wbo shall rieirer come agatb; t Of the widow's groan, the, orshan'reiyy And the motherV speechless •go°7"' lf h Ob, no! the ocean can never rest, With such seorets bidden withm its breast i There ii sorrow written upon the ,faa»a.*^^ And dark and stormy its wares musfi'bfe.: ■ It cannot be quie*,,it cannot sleep,. :^S# l:r^ That dark, relentless, and stormy deep. When earthly sorrow shall pass awaj.i - ,". „. When the hour of anguish shall ,tark, to And even the roar of the wares shall eeasSi Then out from its deepest and darkest bed. Old Ocean shall render up hep; dead } „f And, freed from the weight;of. humah woes, Bhall quiety sink in her lost repose. T No sorrow shall erer be written iheh, * On the depths of the.iesjdr.the hearts of men, But heaven and earth, renewed; Shiltshine, Still do bed in glory and light divine. . Then whew sb.ll tfo billow, of Wn be ? Gone / for in heaven slkall be "no snore sea V Tis a bright and beautiful thing of earth, That cannot share in the soul's new birtki Tis a life of murmur, and tossing, aad spray, And at resting time it must pass away. But, oh! Thou glorious and beautiful sea, There is health, and joy, and blessing ta thee. Solemnly, sweetly, I hear ihyivoseei -, - ; Bidding me weep, and yet rejoicew ' i .; Weep for the loved onsecburied benealh, • -i\ Bejuioe id him who has conquered death; Weep-for the sorrowwg, lempestftolsedp '■:-, X Rejoice in him who bassaved^tbe lost*< V" ' Weep for the sin, the sorrow, the strife, - - • Eejoice in the hopeof eternal life.