THOUGHTS AT SEA. 231

With childish fear, yea, I have ventur 'd forth To kneel beside thy feet before I die.

Show me the birth-place of thy bards of old,

Whose music bow'd me as a mighty wind

Doth sweep the reeds. Show me their marble tombs,

Whose varied wisdom taught the awe-struck world,

Those giants of old times ; show me thy domes,

And castellated towers, with ivy crown 'd,

The proud memorials of a buried race ;

Pour on mine ear thy rich, cathedral hymn,

England, my mother, and to my far home,

In the green west, I will rejoicing turn,

Thine image deeper grav'd within my heart

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