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WRITTEN FOR TIE ADVOCATE. LOS TEMP Os.
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UOrce more upon the eeeans2--yet once Launched in my feeble bark of careless

 rhyme, Upon that deep, along whose sandy shore, Are scattered hopes, and fantasies sub

 lime-- Poets imaginings-sweet fanoy's store-- The hopes of youth--its follies and Its

 crimes And on this stormy sea l lift my sail, And bend my cheek to catch the coming

 gale. Here by high and peaked promontory, It's name neglect--lie many yoangster

 dead; Some whose great griefs are told in many

 story, And some who ever from mems knowledge

 fled, And wrought in cells and solitudes for glo-

 ry, And seldom bent in sleep the weary head i, And uttered to the world their burning

 songs; And some " i,o hid, and some vino told their

 wrongs. Until thelr hearts withered and shrank

 away, Orscorch d to emhers withthe Genius-fre, Or burst and scattered into bloody spray, With the strong passion which did them

 inspire, And never quiet for moment lay, But broke the heart, which those tormen-

 ters dire, Sorrow and care, had gnawed and made

 their food, And fed with it their noisy serpent brood. Ay, here they lie as when they were alive, With dim deep eyes, like lamps, that of

 night Afar within narrow hall may rive The darkness palpabie--with cheek death- Andsblue as seas wherein the Indians dive, The veins lie swelling in the forehead's And as the struggle were this moment Ter, Nostril and lip are slightly tinged with

 gore. And these are they whose songs are now

 the food And inspiration of thousand souls; And while this ocean, in its solitude, Layes their white feet, and still nnceasing,

 rolls The dim monotony of it's blue flood On their dead ears, they live in deathless

 scrolls Shelley and Keats and Heele and Chat

 terton, And Savage-nature's most unlucky son. The wrecks ofnoble hearts are lying here, An ear this ocean--this deep sea of fame Shivored and broken--fre consumed and The soul of sorrow and the soul of flame The poet rests the conqueror an ear, A A.

 name, UT men whose great ambition was the

 bane, Which hurled them down like Gods from Upon this sea l dare to steer my bark Bask in its calm, nor tremble at its storm Dart thro' its mist and terror, like the And sing like him whene'er the sun is Ride on it's waves and to it's breakers

 hark- For the great waves that wreck the fri

 gate's form, Spare the small skif that o'er the shallow

 gli6es, And when the tall ship breaks, safely

 rides. Oh fame! thou beacon set amid the shoals! Where, like the wrocker's light, thou lur-

 est on The mariner to death--thou, to the souls Of poets and philosophers the suu By which they may indite their golden

 scrolls, In hopes that many an age their words

 will con, itwere but folly, for my tongue to say, That thou hast lured me not along my way For thee the poet from the world doth eo, And dries his heart up by the midnight For thee the chemist sits, and weak and

 slow, Peers into nature-thou dost only stamp, And armies all the wide earth overflow Scale the grim breach--defend the des-

 perate camp For thee the orator pours out his lore, And senates--nations-qua his voice be-

 fore. And yet thine empire Is not absolute The love of gold, and woman, share with

 thee The human breast, and thy command dis

 pute- The latter thou canst conquer frequently Il hC ueA FolSc SaH OfSISofHt tue And gentle eloquence of woman's plea, And led by thee the warrior leaves his

 bride, In hope to be by glory deifed The former ::s, a.ss.. .too sttauIicii a foe, And where 1t taketh root thy reign is over But l, nor love Of gold nor woman know, Homeless, and hopeless, doomed to be

 rover No spring of love around my heart may

 flow What have been--obliyion must cover Altho' lis hard to learn the task FORGET,