[AT THE LOOK-OFF.]
(Partridge Island.)
I.
What more can world-worn spirit ask
Than here in nature's arms to bask
And see the plangent tide at task?
The zest is swift as lusty youth,
(Touched with an undertone of ruth,)
Invincible as ageless truth,—
The wonder of all wondrous things!
How coy the birds! they lift their wings;
The wary ship to her anchor swings.
II.
Sun, moon and stars of ancient prime,
And of to-day, in confluence chime
The universal One sublime;