Restore the dead, thou sea!
Mrs. Hemans.
How humbling to one, with a heart and a soul,
To look on thy greatness, and list to its roll;
To think how that heart in cold ashes shall be,
While the voice of Eternity rises from thee!
But when thy deep surges no longer shall roll,
And the firmament’s length is drawn back like a scroll,
Then—then shall the spirit that sighs by thee now,
Be more mighty, more lasting, more chainless than thou!