Page:Poems By Chauncy Hare Townshend.djvu/319

 SONNETS. 3O9 XVo ' TO THE SEA. CHxz of God's works ! whether in grand' repose, Or majesty of turbulence, to me Still art thou beautiful, most glorious sea, Alike, when on thy mirror morning 1ows, And twilight's curtains dimly round thee close; �How it expands the soul, to gaze on thee s Stupendous emblem of Eternity ! Where, .its. dilated lance the Spirit throws At once to heaven, and, unimpeded, knows That only for its boundless bounda. And, oh, thy voice my lonely temper suits, Whether, in thanders it proclaim, and prove The Deity's tremendous attributes, Or softly whisper, that his Name is Love !' ......... Google

�