"O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

"Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, "Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

"Survey our empire and behold our home!

"These are our realms, no limits to their sway—
"Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
"Ours the wild life in tumult still to range

"From toil to rest, and joy in every change.

"Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
"Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave;

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"Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!

"Whom slumber soothes not-pleasure cannot please

"Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
"And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,
"The exulting sense-the pulse's maddening play,
“That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
"That for itself can woo the approaching fight,
"And turn what some deem danger to delight;

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"That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal,

"And where the feebler faint-can only feel→

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"Feel-to the rising bosom's inmost core,

"Its hope awaken and its spirit soar?

"No dread of death-if with us die our foes

"Save that it seems even duller than

repose:

"Come when it will-we snatch the life of life

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"When lost-what recks it-by disease or strife? "Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay,

"Cling to his couch, and sicken years away;

"Heave his thick breath; and shake his palsied head; "Ours-the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed. "While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul,

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"Ours with one pang-one bound-escapes control.

"His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave,
"And they who loath'd his life may gild his grave:
"Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,
"When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.

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"For us, even banquets fond regret supply

"In the red cup

that crowns our memory;

"And the brief epitaph in danger's day,

"When those who win at length divide the prey,

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"And cry, Remembrance saddening o'er each brow,

"How had the brave who fell exulted now!"

II.

Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle,
Around the kindling watch-fire rang the while;
Such were the sounds that thrill'd the rocks along,
And unto ears as rugged seem'd a song!

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In scatter'd groups upon the golden sand,

They game-carouse

-converse- -or whet the brand;

Select the arms-to each his blade assign,

And careless eye the blood that dims its shine:

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Repair the boat, replace the helm or oar,
While others straggling muse along the shore;
For the wild bird the busy springes set,

Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net;
Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies,

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With all the thirsting eye of Enterprise ;

Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil,

And marvel where they next shall seize a spoil:

No matter where-their chief's allotment this;
Theirs, to believe no prey nor plan amiss.
But who that CHIEF? his name on every shore
Is famed and fear'd-they ask and know no more.
With these he mingles not but to command;
Few are his words, but keen his eye and hand.
Ne'er seasons he with mirth their jovial mess,
But they forgive his silence for success.
Ne'er for his lip the purpling cup they fill,
That goblet passes him untasted still—

And for his fare-the rudest of his crew

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Would that, in turn, have pass'd untasted too;

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Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's homeliest roots,

And scarce the summer luxury of fruits,
His short repast in humbleness supply

With all a hermit's board would scarce deny.

But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense,

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His mind seems nourish'd by that abstinence. "Steer to that shore!"-they sail. "Do this!"-'tis done: "Now form and follow me !"—the spoil is won. Thus prompt his accents and his actions still,

And all obey and few inquire his will;

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To such, brief answer and contemptuous eye
Convey reproof, nor further deign reply.

III.

"A sail!-a sail !"-a promised prize to Hope! Her nation-flag-how speaks the telescope? No prize, alas!--but yet a welcome sail :

The blood-red signal glitters in the gale.

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Yes-she is ours-a home returning bark-
Blow fair, thou breeze!-she anchors ere the dark.
Already doubled is the cape-our bay

Receives that prow which proudly spurns the

How gloriously her gallant course she goes!
Her white wings flying-never from her foes-
She walks the waters like a thing of life,

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And seems to dare the elements to strife.

Who would not brave the battle-fire-the wreck—

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To move the monarch of her peopled deck?

IV.

Hoarse o'er her side the rustling cable rings;

The sails are furl'd; and anchoring round she swings: And gathering loiterers on the land discern

Her boat descending from the latticed stern.

'Tis mann'd-the oars keep concert to the strand,
Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand.
Hail to the welcome shout!--the friendly speech!
When hand grasps hand uniting on the beach;

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