Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-08-18
From Eliza COOk's journal.
Stanzas by the Seaside.


Beautiful Ocean, how loved they face
When mine was fresh and sparkling as thine OWN
When my bold footstep took its tOrrIg place,
To see thee rise upon thy rock'piied thtohc.
o! how loved theC, when bent bent mine ear
To listen to the rosy sea shell NUM-
And stood in ecstasy OF jOyoEs icarb
Daring thy broad and bursting wave to come.
Iphcn my wild breast heat high TO see thee leap
In stormy wrath nroul d the beacon light,
And my eye danced TO sec tlse swell AMI sweep,
Like blind lion wasting all my might
How'd thee when urOn tho shingie STONES
heard thy CLASSY rlppios steal anu on I
TYilh the sOIt gnsf and gently nun lmuicu tones
That dwell upon an iniaiirs ghIslIhs Up
IIovcJ thee with cliidis, drcHnllng zeal.
That gazed in rapture and ado CD WIN sOuli
And my proud heart, that stool he tempered steel
Before harsh wu.ds, melted beneath thy roll.
Thou vert part OF Con, aud could fluid
Almighty tidinES in thy mystic seechj
Thou cOuldst su6due my strangely hayward mind
Aud tune tho string no other hand could reach
Eloquent Ocean, how worshipped thee,
Eic my young breath knew what 1t was to sshj
Ere had pIovej one cherished flower TO be
a thing OF brightness, nurtured but To uie!
Inl done E Ieir Work, as years will ever dol
Setting !heir thorny barriers in Lies maze
And burying Hopes gems oil Tarcst nue.
have endured the pangs that all endure
Whose pulses quicken at the worlds rude touch
TVhO dream that all they trust III must be sure,
Though sadly taught that they may trust too much
The cypress branch has trailcd upon my way,
Leaving the darkest shadow death can Hing;
My lips hIN" quiveTed while they strove 10 pray,
Draining the deepest cup that Grief can bring.
Ihavo conncd o,cr the lessons hard TO learn
have pIucKed Autumn leaves in fair Spring ttmc'
Ihavc seen loved oncs go and meier return,
And reared high shrilcs for ivy stalks TO climb.
My chords OF feeling have been sore7 swept
housing the strain whose echo ever flOalsi
And Inournlul measures. one by one. have ctcpt
Ancr the sweet and merry prelude notes.
Yet noble Ocean, do hail thee now,
With the cxultmg spirit glsh oil old;
The same warm glory lights my brclst anu DrOWJ
Spreading uubldden-glcamlng uncontrolled.
Scaling the green crag while thy rough voice raves
Here am sporting on thy lonely strand;
ShIieking with gee while hunted by thy waves
Foam ON my ieet, and sea weed in my hand
stand again beside thee as stood
InpamtII,g youth, watching thy pillows break,
Fixed by the strong spell. OF thy head'onS flood,
Even as the bird is charm'bound by the sntke.
Thou bringcst visions-would that they could last !!
Thou makest me laughing child once more,
Casting away the garner OF The P!si'
Needless OF that tate may have III STORE
feel beside thee like captive ono
Whose rvem letter links are lett behind;
love thee as the flower loves the sun,
greet thrc as the Eccnsc SIects the wind.
Thou wilt be haunting me when am found
Amid the valleys and green slopes OF earthi
And shall hear thy stunning TcHel round,
And see the gem spray scattered in thy mil ill.,
Creations first and greaicst-thoush we part
Though with thy wOrshiPpod iOIm may not dwc
Thou art amor the idols OF my heart
TO which il never breathcs lie WOODLAND weU!