...souls us free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire and behold our home ! Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ! No dread of death — if with us die our foes — Save that it seems even duller tlmu repose ! "...

...hillows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please —...

...foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — . Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heavingwave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot...

...mad waves drive the vessel a wreck ; The masts fly in splinters, the shrouds are on fire ! " 222 " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." m " They from each other's rude hands wrest The silver vessels saints had blest." 224 The Ganges lowlands...

...are made ; each Zone Obeys thee ; thou gocst forth, Dread, Fathomless, Aloud ttl)e £>ea. — Byron. OH, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious Slave ! Whose Soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; >Tot thou, vain Lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom Slumber soothes not — Pleasure cannot please—...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home. These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to rauge From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell 1 not thou, luxurious slave I Whose...

...who had become a cruel and relentless foe, I felt, in full force, the inspiration ot the poet : — " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From...slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease, Whom slumber soothes not — pleasures cnnnot please;...

...— these were the objects of their life. After ultimate success they did not hanker ; theirs was " the wild life in tumult still to range from toil to rest, and joy in every change." In triumph or in defeat, they preserved the same equanimity of temper. Assiduously and patiently, bravely...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— rown Of o ihou, luxurious slave I Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in eveiy change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving...