Select Poems. THE HAPPY VOYAGE. I STOOD on the deep blue ocean's shore, When, dancing so light in the morning bright, A fair little bark came by; Its tiny white sail so joyously shone, With a gleam from the sunny sky. And I thought of youth-of its early morn, When each gale that blows with rich odour is fraught That gleam vanished soon; the sky was o'ercast, I thought of the Christian mariner tossed On the waves of this troublesome world. B |