“MY SON! BEHOLD THE TIDE ALREADY SPENT”
The following sonnet occurs after the above in the same MS. whence both are extracted.—Ed.
My Son! behold the tide already spent
That rose, and steadily advanced to fill
The shores and channels, working Nature’s will
Among the mazy streams that backward went,
And in the sluggish Ports where ships were pent. 5
And now, its task performed, the flood stands still
At the green base of many an inland hill,