New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-09-01

folio wing poem. as one omitted in Mr.. Longsel
= collection. and worthy Of reprint: X
~GRANDNoTHERs sEA.ANGUIsH"
By GysBERT JAPIcx.
san born In 1908 al Bos ward and died al there 1864
WILL no more will deve the gravel
VIII TO see the world will travel
VIII - weary OF the plow:
Burn the plow, and bias, the cattle,
VIII will hear the pillows rattle,
VIII will be hero now.
" STAY al home let towards do IL,
STAY al home and stag to rue II,
Drag the barrow--drag-an die
No III 90 aud hun, for knowledge.
All the world shall be my college;
Thousands do sO-why not i
Thee IN follow. noble Pcter''
Thou vert nober far aud greater,
Than the noblest home kept lord,
Battling like an ancient Roman,
For bis country with his ioeman,
Whom be chased with fire and sword.
will BE- Dunkrk rover.
Ships that sail the wide waves over.
Laughing al the storm. III see -
30 be seized the sword and banner,
And the feet. tho heroes man her,
Sees no Drawer mau than he.
On the shore his mother wept him.
Long. o long. her fancy kept him
lmagcd in the watery bier.
Kept him-but I was fancy only,
She was ihere-tbere late and lonely,
But her William was not there
"Willr she cries. 90 sad careering;
VIII o whittier art thou steering
VIII aud is the world too small
viii my head with though, is shaking,
VIII my heart with grief is breaking
VIII the grave viii cover all.
Then the sea rolls loud and louder.
ShrOuding pillows shroud the shrOuder.
Maniling mounting. minglIne. mad
Waves in opening waves cnsheath them
While the great fish toss beneath them
Solemn sccnc-sublimc-yct sad.
Now they fling them up TO Heaven,
Now to deepest depths are driven,
Heaven aud Hell are sporting here
shipxreckd bark can aught avail her
q the melancholy sailor,
Waves his graycplacc and his bier
Horrid horrid thought to waken-
This the life that VIII has taken,
He is on that dreadful sea
Why 50 rash and why 80 silly,
Why not build thy fortune Willy
Out Of busy ualhcric
Pale see him, midst the fighting,
Death is there on all sides shifting;
Discord, darkness. and despair
Death is there, see him wrestle.
Lo he filings the crashing vessel.
On the maddcned breakers there.
Thouehtess Will why wouldst thou sally
From the green shcepcovcrcd valley,
Where sweet maidens sung and smiled
Birds among the green wood watching
In the streams the fishes catching,
Chasing game across the wild.
Nosogays Of rich flowers they bound thee,
Branches Of fair fruits they found thee,
More than thy desire would gain;
Death is on the wave. thou wearesi
FOllys warlike plumes--and dearest
All my words are spent in vain.
We'll, ihen-l'l to Heaven commend thee,
May ii bless ihee-and beirend thee,
Let no mischief to thee come;
| will pray tina, God will save thee,
When the whrling waters lave thee,
Aud his angels guide thee home.
viii denies me- VIII decciyes me,
VIII neglects me, VIII he leaves me.
WHO heart how hard thy beat
He is on the fierce waves iloatcd
o. | see him-doaih devoted,
Midst the pillows as they meet
And thrill with anguish shaking,
When see those pillows breaking
High rs mountains deep az dells
Gables swapping, mssts are crashing,
And the waves like demons dashing
Ficrccr "a the lcmpcs, swclls.
Shricks and-sescc flung from ocean
On a cliff, no voice. no motion
OF that clamor-not a breath
Wildly vet the waves play round her
o the shock II see her founder
Thou hast done thy deed, Death!
Can il be that mortal creature,
Bound for death by law OF nature,
So prccipilaies the day:
Seeking that dark doom. which nothing
Whether loving death or loaihing,
Nothing can seducc or stay.
Vet the hurricane is quiet,
And the breakers cease to riot,
When Gods mandate bids them cease,
He from death his prey oft seizes.
Ship aad soul win gentle breezes,
Waits Into port OF peace
Shall not prayers, and songs and praises,
Wait upon his name who raises
Blessings from the seeds of wo,
Yes for me my heart is thawing
Into hymns that swecily flowing
Bring rcircshmcnt rs they flow
In the darkest hour brightness
Shines-hcw thanklcss is the lighiness
That mistrusts Him II will bend
Bend IN gratitude and mcekness
God vii mercy find for weakness,
God my Father, and my Friend
Try Him. trust Him. the controller
on the waves-thc thunder roller
Lord of storms ond source of bliss
VIII shall yet rcturn--O keep him
will watch will not weep him,
Love prepare thy welcoming kiss