THE SUNBEAM.
Thou art no lingerer in monarch’s hall—
A joy thou art, and a wealth to all!
A bearer of hope unto land and sea—
Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee?
Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles;
Thou hast touch’d with glory his thousand isles;
Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam,
And gladden’d the sailor like words from home.
To the solemn depths of the forest-shades,