“Merciful heavens! is that true?”
Ben Hassan’s Dream.
I stood alone beside a mighty sea;
The waves in awful majesty swept in
And crashed upon the strand. Far out beyond
The snowy-crested line of breakers rode
A ship; and as she rose and fell her tall
Masts seemed to trace a message on the sky:
“O, ship! O, restless waste!” I cried, “Be true,