ww Sat to eat their rural meal, While the bubbling stream or well, She would tell how Adam first, Cool, exhilarating, sweet, To quench the thirst and wash the feet. When the fatal fever glows, And the blood more rapid flows, Thro' the arteries and veins, Than a race-horse o'er the plains Till the body feels as hot THE MARINER'S SONG. WRITTEN ON SEEING A WATER-SPOUT. Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water-spouts. Psalms lxü. 7. WHERE the spiral whirlwinds sweep, Many enemies thou hast, Mariner, refrain, forbear, But a single plank divides See yon foaming cloud decline, Now the spiral waters rise, See the gloomy column move, With the roaring cataract's sound; Black and fierce the clouds above, Ocean trembles all around. Terribly sublime it scours, Take in, take in every sail, Wide and wild yon breakers roar, Useless are thy paltry beads, To the God of Ocean cry, He can curb the foaming sea, |