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Drenched with cold dews; then noon-tide's burning ray Enforced
repose ; sometimes the pitiless rain O'ertook them on blank wastes; and once a crew Of miscreants, but for timely succour sent, Would have maltreated Genevieve. They found, As ever is the lot of wayfarers, Hardship with kindness mixed; but virtue still The rule, and vice the exception. Thus they fared Five weeks, and more, until before them rose Fair Boulogne, diademed with sparkling sea.
How oft the end for which we long have striven
Their story soon
Made eloquent the common mouth; it grew
THE CHILD AND THE PHILOSOPHER.
THE Child looked up beneath the stars,
And said, “ I see the skies
Beyond is Paradise.”
The grown-up Sage, with optic tube
Looked on the glorious Sun, And fixed upon a dusky spot,
Though but a little one,
And said, “Beyond the solar light
Darkness mine eyes doth gravel-" Which of the two, dear friend, think you,
Did best the truth unravel ?
THE BROTHERS' ADVENTURE.*
"WAS in a tropic ocean-bay
Two English boys went forth to swim ; Brothers they were ; trained with the sea
To gambol ; lithe of limb And dauntless ; now they float as still As sea-birds; now with long-breathed skill Headlong they dive below, and rise With pied shells in their grasp, and many an oozy
But I must not fail to tell
How a fairy islet lay
The jewel of the bay.
* See CAPTAIN Marryat's Novel of Frank Mildmay, Chapter
And landing in a tiny cove,
They rove the islet o'er and o'er,
And high and low explore
And now 'tis time to think of home;
'Tis time again to take the flood ;But O, a spectacle of fear
Congeals their youthful blood ! Blade-like, peaked, black, and thin, Above the water peers the fin Of a hungry, roaming shark, That seems the brothers for his prey to mark ; Nor is there within hail one friendly bark.
Ah, well may they grow pale with dread!
The younger clings about his brother,
My mother, O my mother !"