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And, lo! from the heart of that far-floating gloom,

What gleams on the darkness so swanlike and white ? Lo! an arm and a neck, glancing up from the tomh!

They battle—the Man's with the Element's might. It is he—it is he !--in his left hand behold, As a sign—as a joy !-shines the goblet of gold ! And he breathed deep, and he breathed long,

And he greeted the heavenly delight of the day. They gaze on each other—they shout as they throng

“He lives-lo the ocean has rendered its prey ! And out of the grave where the Hell began, His valor has rescued the living man!" And he comes with the crowd in their clamor and glee,

And the goblet his daring bas won from the water, He lifts to the king as he sinks on his knee; And the king from her maidens has beckoned his

daughter, And he bade her the wine to his cup-bearer bring, And thus spake the Diver—"Long life to the king! Iappy they whom the rose-hues of daylight rejoice,

The air and the sky that to mortals are given! May the horrors below never more find a voice

Nor Man stretch too far the wide mercy of Heaven! Never more-never more may he lift from the mirror, The Veil which is woven with Night and with TERROR! "Quick-brightening like lightning-it tore me along,

Down, down, till the gush of a torrent at play, In the rocks of its wilderness caught me—and strong

As the wings of an eagle, it whirled me away. Vain, vain were my struggles—the circle had won me, Round and round in its dance the wild element spun

me. And I called on my God, and my God heard my

prayer, In the strength of my need, in the gasp of my

breathAnd showed me a crag that rose up from the lair.

And I clung to it, trembling--and bailled the death!

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And, safe in the perils around me, behold
On the spikes of the coral the goblet of gold.

“Below, at the foot of that precipice drear,

Spread the gloomy, and purple, and pathless obscure ! A Silence of Horror that slept on the ear,

That the eye more appalled might the Horror endure ! Salamander-snake-dragon-vast reptiles that dwell In the deep-coiled about the grim jaws of their hell.

“ Dark-crawled-glided dark the unspeakable swarms,

Like masses unshapen, made life hideously-
Here clung and here bristled the fashionless forms-

Here the Hammer-fish darkened the dark of the sea And with teeth grinning white, and a menacing motion, Went the terrible Shark—the Hyena of Ocean.

“ There I hung, and the awe gathered icily o’er me, So far from the earth where man's help there was

none ! The One Human Thing, with the Goblins before me

Alone—in a loneness so ghastly-ALONE! Fathom-deep from man's eye in the speechless profound, With the death of the Main and the Monsters around.

“Methought, as I gazed through the darkness, that

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A hundred-limbed creature caught sight of its prey, And darted—0 God! from the far-flaming bough

Of the coral, I swept on the horrible way; And it seized me, the wave with its wrath and its roar, It seized me to save-King, the danger is o'er !" On the youth gazed the monarch, and marveled-quoth

he, “Bold Diver, the goblet I promised is thine, And this ring will I give, a fresh guerdon to thee,

Never jewels more precious shone up from the mine; If thou'lt bring me fresh tidings, and venture again, To say what lies bid in the innermost main !”

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Then outspake the danghter in tençler emotion,

Ah! father, my father, what more can there rest? Enough of this sport with the pitiless oceanHe has served thee as none would, thyself hast con

fest. If nothing can slake thy wild thirst of desire, Be your knights not, at least, put to shame by the

squire !" The king seized the goblet-he swung it on high,

And whirling, it fell in the roar of the tide : “But bring back that goblet again to my eye,

And I'll hold thee the dearest that rides by my side! And thine arms shall embrace as thy bride. I decree, The maiden whose pity now pleadeth for thee." In his heart, as he listened, there leapt the wild joyAnd the hope and the love through his eyes spoke in

fire, On that bloom, on that blush, gazed, delighted, the

boy; The maiden she faints at the feet of her sire! Here the guerdon divine, there the danger beneath; He resolves !--To the strife with the life and the death!

They hear the loud surges sweep back in their swell;

Their coming the thunder-sound heralds along! Fond eyes yet are tracking the spot where he fell

They come, the wild waters, in tumult and throng, Rearing up to the cliff-roaring back as before ; But no wave ever brought the lost youth to the shore.

MORNING HYMN TO MOUNT BLANC.

(COLERIDGE.)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?—so long he seems to pause
On thy bald, awful head, () sovereign Blanc !
The Arve and Aveiron at thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form!

Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How silently! Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark,—substantial black,-
An ebon mass; methinks thou piercest it,
As with a wedge! But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,
Thy habitation from eternity!

O dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Dilst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
I worshiped the Invisible alone.
Yet like some sweet, beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,
Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts
Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy.-
Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused,
Into the mighty visions passing—there
As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.

Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise
Thou owest—not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks, and secret ecstacy. Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale !
Oh! struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink :
Companion of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself, earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald ! wake, oh wake! and utter praise.
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad !
Who called you forth from night to utter death,
From dark and icy caverns called you forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,

Forever shattered and the same forever?
Who gave you your invulnerable life.
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ?
And who commanded,—and the silence came,-
“ Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest ?"

Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain,-
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts !-
Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade tbe sun
Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ?-
“God!" let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer; and let the ice-plains echo, “God!"
God!" sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice,
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, “GOD!"
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost !
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest !
Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm!
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!
Ye signs and wonders of the elements !
Utter forth “God!" and fill the hills with praise.
Once more, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peak,
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene,
Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast, -
Thou, too, again, stupendous mountain! thou
That, as I raise my head, a while bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base
Slow-traveling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud,
To rise before me-rise, oh ever rise,

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