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Love not the world! its artifice beware!

What are its friendships? counterfeits at best: Its promises, though lavish, false as fair,

And daggers to the unsuspecting breast; Dealt are its favours with the hope of gain, As to the soil committed is the grain.

Love not the world! O wretched lust indeed!

As streams, augmenting, to the ocean roll, Thus spreads the simoom with devouring speed,

Shedding a leafless desert o'er the soul,
And dooming, by its baneful Stygian breath,
Her fairest blossoms to eternal death.

Love not the world ! else then for ever part
With all that God can love, and man revere,

With all that glads with future hope the heart,
And reconciles it with its sorrows here.

Be wise to-day, to-morrow lest too late:

How fleeting man e'en in his best estate.

Love not the world ! the counsel be it yours—
Ye who would share in that bright realm above

The life which through eternity endures—
For know the world repels the Father's love,

And ever must the wretched soul exclude

From Him, the Fountain of eternal good.

ODE TO THE OCEAN.

fOLL on, thou mighty and majestic Deep! Give me to wander by thy lonely shore,

Where the foam-crested billows thundering roar, Lashing the basement of the rocky steep.

Hail to their hoarse, tremendous music, hail! How swells that surgy cadence on the soul!

Whose luring power, deep melancholy wail, Seem all her ruder passions to control,

Spontaneously inspiring there devotion:

I ever loved, and ever will, the Ocean.

If aught beneath the eternal throne of Heaven
With true sublimity the soul can fire,
Or with a reverential awe inspire,

To thee alone that property is given.
Though seemingly resistless rollest thou,

Yet hath Omnipotence His veto laid

Upon thy power—a word, and even now

Thy proudest billows instantly are stayed:
Ne'er hast thou passed that latitude, indeed,
Which rectitude unerring hath decreed.

Vast, glorious mirror, circling sublime,

From age to age, from pole to pole, the world,
Mocking those shafts of fate against her hurled,

Rolling defiance on the power of Time.

Ten thousand fleets have plough'd thine azure breast, Tempest on tempest raved, and storm on storm

Have howled destruction, and have sunk to rest; Yet what affects thine all-enduring form?

Unchanged, unchangeable thou roll'st this hour

As first from chaos by omnific power.

Stupendous, boundless, horrible abyss,

Where sceptred Terror holds her dismal sway;

Creation's dread residuum, where day
Thy realms cimmerian never dawned to bless;

Where in dire labyrinths of caves profound, Rocks, hideous glens, and chasms vast unknown,

Slumber oblivious, by the world disowned, The awful spoils of years and ages gone—

The flower of nations, and the boast of kings,

Unvalued wealth, unutterable things.

Nor to those endless wrecks of endless fate,
War, tempest, casualties of every kind,
Are thy exhaustless, mystic stores confined,

Transcending, baffling every estimate.

Strange, as with being swarms the Summer beam,

Thy pisculent recesses everywhere

With multifarious forms and natures teem,

Which freely flounce and sport idoneous there,
Where huge voracious leviathans roam,
And other nameless monsters find a home.

Inrthee, though overwhelming the displays
Of knowledge, wisdom, skill, and power divine,
Thy agency in Nature's grand design,

The Godhead universally betrays,

Under that glorious first efficient cause

Of all in time and through eternity,
By means of definite material laws,

What wonderful effects we reasoning see
Around us, as by incantation rise
To challenge admiration and surprise!

Great source of vapour and descent of rain,

Whence rivers roll, and brooks meand'ring flow,

Earth to adorn, unmeasured boons bestow On millions ere they reach their fount again;

While woods their vernal loveliness renew, The fields luxuriant crown the labourer's toil;

O'er hill and dale bright flowers of every hue In sweet profusion captivating smile;

Unblessed by thee, what were this world 1 A vast,

Dull, lifeless solitude—an arid waste.

Still, as a part of one harmonious whole,

We further thy utility behold;

From shore to shore what blessings hast thou rolled Since lighted Science the adventurous soul

O'er thy pellucid, billowy expanse 1
What throngs unnumbered enterprising float,

The golden ends of commerce to advance,

And knowledge and refinement to promote—

Whence spring distinction, honour, power, and

fame,
All in a nation worthy of a name.

Hence hath immortal glory Albion crowned—
Dear home of freedom, intellect, and worth—
Though once obscure, now envy of the earth;

The Queen, the paragon of nations owned,
Her mandates, why so honoured and revered,

When duty calls her arm to interpose?
Whence her security, her power unpeered,

And signal conquests over all her foes 1
But to such axioms why for answers call 1
Familiar to a child are one and all.

Then hail, thou mighty and majestic Deep!

Give me to wander by thy lonely shore,

Where the foam-crested billows thundering roar, Lashing the basement of the rocky steep.

Hail to their hoarse, tremendous music, hail! How swells that surgy cadence on the soul,

Whose luring power, deep melancholy wail, Seem all her ruder passions to control,

Spontaneously inspiring their devotion:

T ever loved, and ever will, the Ocean.

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