And semblance of return. Anon from home 5

He issues forth anew, high-ridged and free—

The gentlest murmur of his seething foam

Like armies whispering where great echoes be.

O leave me here upon this beach to rove,

Mute listener to that sound so grand and lone; 10

A glorious sound, deep drawn, and strongly thrown,

And reaching those on mountain heights above,

To British ears, (as who shall scorn to own?)

A tutelar fond voice, a saviour tone of love.