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POET'S PORTFOLIO.

BOOK III.

SACRED AND SCRIPTURE SUBJECTS.

THE SAND AND THE ROCK.

"I will open my dark saying upon the harp."

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Sun, moon, and stars appear'd to glide,

And lights and shadows came and went.

I ate and drank, I danced and sung,

Reclined at ease, at leisure stroll'd, Collecting shells and pebbles, flung Upon the beach, for gems and gold.

I said unto my soul," Rejoice!

In safety, wealth, and pleasure here;" But while I spake a secret voice,

Within my bosom, whisper'd" Fear!"

I heeded not, and went to rest,

Prayerless, once more, beneath my roof,

Nor deem'd the eagle on his nest

More peril-free, more tempest-proof.

But in the dead and midnight hour

A storm came down upon the deep ; Wind, rain, and lightning, such a stour,

Methought 'twas doomsday in my sleep.

I strove, but could not wake, the stream

Beat vehemently on my wall;

I felt it tottering in my dream;

It fell, and dreadful was the fall.

Swept with the ruins down the flood,

I woke; home, hope, and heart were gone; My brain flash'd fire, ice thrill'd my blood; Life, life was all I thought upon.

Death, death was all that met my eye;
Deep swallow'd deep, wave buried wave

I look'd in vain for land and sky;

All was one sea, that sea one grave.

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I struggled through the strangling tide,

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As though a bowstring wrung my neck;

Help! help!" voice fail'd, I fain had cried,

And clung convulsive to the wreck.

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