ELBA. HE SHALL COME AS AN EAGLE.-HOSEA VIII. 1. AMID the billows sweeping, We pass, with speed of light, The iron islet sleeping Calm, 'neath the gloom of night: Tho' gone its summer glory, It has a charm in story, To fix the wand'rer's eye. Lone, on the midland water, 23 Vain now each glittering pinion-- Yet, in that bitter hour, They left his plumed crestHis lordly glance of powerHis spirit of unrest. But who may bound the ocean, Or curb its heaving motion By cords of woven sand? Tho' for a time its thunder Seem silent as the graveIt bursts its bands asunder, And rolls its stormy wave. His mighty youth renewing, Woe to the dawning morrow! The death of those who died! He stooped his mighty pinion, To batten on the slain Gorged with the blood, they found him, Who sent him forth for slaughter, Who gave him blood as water, Then checked his vengeful way? While he his own arm trusted, GOD WROUGHT HIS PURPOSE HIGH Then, as a sword-blade rusted, Flung him dishonoured by ! 26 THE PALATINE. ΤΟ WHILE 'mid the wreck of palaces I stand, To mark his radiance on the things below! |