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of morn and the soft sea air. Like a beauteous barge was she,

       Still at rest on the sandy beach, Just beyond the billow's reach; But he

       Was the restless, seething, stormy sea! Ah, how skilful grows the hand

       That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,

       And he who followeth Love's behest

       Far excelleth all the rest!

       Thus with the rising of the sun

       Was the noble task begun

       And soon throughout the ship-yard's bounds

       Were heard the intermingled sounds

       Of axes and of mallets, plied

       With vigorous arms on every side; Plied so deftly and so well,

       That, ere the shadows of evening fell, The keel of oak for a noble ship, Scarfed and bolted, straight and strong Was lying ready, and stretched along The blocks, well placed upon the slip. Happy, thrice happy, every one

       Who sees his labor well begun, And not perplexed and multiplied, By idly waiting for time and tide!

       And when the hot, long day was o'er, The young man at the Master's door Sat with the maiden calm and still. And within the porch, a little more Removed beyond the evening chill, The father sat, and told them tales

       Of wrecks in the great September gales, Of pirates coasting the Spanish Main, And ships that never came back again, The chance and change of a sailor's life, Want and plenty, rest and strife,

       His roving fancy, like the wind,

       That nothing can stay and nothing can bind, And the magic charm of foreign lands,

       With shadows of palms, and shining sands, Where the tumbling surf,

       O'er the coral reefs of Madagascar, Washes the feet of the swarthy Lascar, As he lies alone and asleep on the turf.

       And the trembling maiden held her breath

       At the tales of that awful, pitiless sea, With all its terror and mystery,

       The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, That divides and yet unites mankind!

       And whenever the old man paused, a gleam From the bowl of his pipe would awhile illume The silent group in the twilight gloom,

       And thoughtful faces, as in a dream; And for a moment one might mark What had been hidden by the dark,

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       That the head of the maiden lay at rest, Tenderly, on the young man's breast! Day by day the vessel grew,

       With timbers fashioned strong and true, Stemson and keelson and sternson-knee, Till, framed with perfect symmetry,

       A skeleton ship rose up to view!

       And around the bows and along the side The heavy hammers and mallets plied, Till after many a week, at length, Wonderful for form and strength, Sublime in its enormous bulk,

       Loomed aloft the shadowy hulk!

       And around it columns of smoke, up-wreathing. Rose from the boiling, bubbling, seething Caldron, that glowed,

       And overflowed

       With the black tar, heated for the sheathing. And amid the clamors

       Of clattering hammers,

       He who listened heard now and then The song of the Master and his men:-- "Build me straight, O worthy Master. Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,

       That shall laugh at all disaster,

       And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" With oaken brace and copper band,

       Lay the rudder on the sand,

       That, like a thought, should have control

       Over the movement of the whole;

       And near it the anchor, whose giant hand Would reach down and grapple with the land, And immovable and fast

       Hold the great ship against the bellowing blast! And at the bows an image stood,

       By a cunning artist carved in wood, With robes of white, that far behind Seemed to be fluttering in the wind. It was not shaped in a classic mould,

       Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old, Or Naiad rising from the water,

       But modelled from the Master's daughter! On many a dreary and misty night,

       'T will be seen by the rays of the signal light, Speeding along through the rain and the dark, Like a ghost in its snow-white sark,

       The pilot of some phantom bark,

       Guiding the vessel, in its flight,

       By a path none other knows aright! Behold, at last,

       Each tall and tapering mast Is swung into its place; Shrouds and stays

       Holding it firm and fast!

       Long ago,

       In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, When upon mountain and plain

       Lay the snow,

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       They fell,--those lordly pines! Those grand, majestic pines!

       'Mid shouts and cheers

       The jaded steers,

       Panting beneath the goad,

       Dragged down the weary, winding road Those captive kings so straight and tall, To be shorn of their streaming hair, And, naked and bare,

       To feel the stress and the strain

       Of the wind and the reeling main, Whose roar

       Would remind them forevermore

       Of their native forests they should not see again. And everywhere

       The slender, graceful spars

       Poise aloft in the air, And at the mast-head, White, blue, and red,

       A flag unrolls the stripes and stars.

       Ah! when the wanderer, lonely, friendless, In foreign harbors shall behold

       That flag unrolled,

       'T will be as a friendly hand

       Stretched out from his native land,

       Filling his heart with memories sweet and endless!

       All is finished! and at length

       Has come the bridal day

       Of beauty and of strength.

       To-day the vessel shall be launched! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay,

       Slowly, in all his splendors dight,

       The great sun rises to behold the sight. The ocean old,

       Centuries old,

       Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro,

       Up and down the sands of gold. His beating heart is not at rest; And far and wide,

       With ceaseless flow,

       His beard of snow

       Heaves with the heaving of his breast. He waits impatient for his bride.

       There she stands,

       With her foot upon the sands, Decked with flags and streamers gay, In honor of her marriage day,

       Her snow-white signals fluttering, blending,

       Round her like a veil descending, Ready to be

       The bride of the gray old sea. On the deck another bride

       Is standing by her lover's side. Shadows from the flags and shrouds, Like the shadows cast by clouds, Broken by many a sunny fleck,

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       Fall around them on the deck. The prayer is said,

       The service read,

       The joyous bridegroom bows his head; And in tear's the good old Master Shakes the brown hand of his son, Kisses his daughter's glowing cheek