M.L.B.
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THE NAUTILUS.
WRITTEN FOR MUSIC.
(For the Mirror.)
Hark! ’tis the song of the sailor
shell,
Sweet on the breezes swelling:
Rearing its arms to the breathing gale,
Over the billows sailing.
Calm is the eve,
The wavelets heave
Their crests to the setting
sun,
Glitter awhile
In his golden
smile,
And their brilliant course
is run.
Hasten, my brothers, our boat along,
Off to our sea side dwelling:
Haste; while the Nautilus’ evening
song
Sweet on the breeze is swelling.
Up with the sail! for the earliest boat
Lies ’neath the world
of waters
Ceased is the wild harmonious note
That melody’s soul first
taught us.[2]
Over
the sea
The
wind blows free,
The spray in the
air is hurl’d:
Clouds
in the wave
Their
bosoms lave;
Then quick be
our sail unfurl’d,
Haste ye, my brothers, ere night comes
on,
Over the world of waters:
Sing to high heaven, the mellow song
The Nautilus’ note first
taught us.
W. PEARCE.
[2] The Nautilus, or Sailor-shell,
is said to be the origin of
Music and Navigation.
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PARAPHRASE ON BISHOP HEBER’S PICTURE OF HUMAN LIFE.
(For the Mirror.)