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Though fair her gems of azure hue,
More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.
The summer sun that dew. shall dry,
THE CAST-AWAY SHIP.
The subjects of the two following Poems were suggested by the loss of the Blenheim, commanded by Sir Thomas Trowbridge, which was separated from the vessels under its convoy, during a storm, in the Indian Ocean.-The Admiral's son afterwards made a voyage, without success, in search of his father.-Trowbridge was one of Nelson's captains at the Battle of the Nile, but his ship unfortunately ran a-ground as he was bearing down on the enemy.
A VESSEL sailed from Albion's shore,
To utmost India bound,
A gay and gallant company,
With that exulting ship to sea,
The deep, that, like a cradled child,
In breathing slumber lay,
More warmly blush'd, more sweetly smiled,
As rose the kindling day;
Through ocean's mirror, dark and clear,
In morning's rich array;
The land is lost, the waters glow,
Majestic o'er the sparkling tide,
With swelling wings, in shadowy pride,
-But, fearful of the fickle wind,
Britannia's cheek grew pale,
When, lessening through the flood of light, Their leader vanish'd from her sight.
Oft had she hail'd its trophied prow,
And banner'd masts that would not bow,
Oft had her oaks their tribute brought,
Had cursed it on its homeward way,
Thus warn'd Britannia's anxious heart
So views the mother, through her tears,
On the frail cheek, where sweetly bloom The roses of an early tomb.
No fears the brave adventurers knew,
In battle-hurricanes to wield
His lightnings on the billowy field;
But not to crush the vaunting foë,
Nor perish by a glorious blow,
Was their unutterable fate;
-That story would the Muse relate,
On India's long-expecting strand
Throughout the living world,
This sole memorial of their lot
The Spirit of the Cape* pursued
Their long and toilsome way;
At length, in ocean solitude,
Firm stood the seamen till the last
* The Cape of Good Hope, formerly called the Cape of Storms.-See Camoen's Lusiad, book V.
Like shooting stars, athwart the gloom
By winds and floods, now seen, now lost;
A dimmer flash, a fainter roar:
-At length they saw, they heard no more.
There are to whom that ship was dear,
For love and kindred's sake;
When these the voice of Rumour hear,
Shall doubt, and fear, and wish, and grieve,
But never cease to ache;
Still doom'd, in sad suspence, to bear
The Hope that keeps alive Despair.
HE sought his Sire from shore to shore,
The prow he tracked was seen no more,
Yet, as the winds his voyage sped,
Deep, deep beneath the rolling main:
-He sought his Sire: he sought in vain.