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the youngest the little brother at his school who in the intensity of his loving, timid nature, could not lift his large violet eyes through their dewy fringes, when I bade him farewell !

Fade, visions, fade ! Hence, memories that shake me like a reed. Soul ! look abroad upon the mighty ocean, and up to the glorious sky where God reigneth. Trust in Him, and be content.

TJiree days at Sea ! I little thought

T would be so hard to say Farewell to home and cherished ones,

And boldly launch away ; For from my childhood I had longed

Through classic climes to rove, Where yellow Tiber proudly rolls,

Or Sappho sang of love, Or where o er Snowden s forehead gushed

The Cambrian harp, but tears That round my hearth-stone rained that morn,

Made dim the hope of years.

Three days ! As long as he of old,

The recreant prophet, staid In living casket, strangely sealed

Amid the sea- weed s shade ; He who from crime-stained Nineveh

Withheld the warning cry, And in a ship of Tarshish dreamed

To scape the all-seeing Eye ;

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