LINES ON READING A PASSAGE IN PERCIVAL KEENE.
BEHOLD! her native shore she leaves,
Her pennon fluttering in the breeze;
In all the pomp of fair array,
The frigate speeds upon her way!
The cable coiled, the anchor heaved,
She roves the mistress of the seas.
The harbour mouth is out of sight,
Yet like some venturous errant knight,
On some adventure deep intent,
Onward the gallant frigate went.
She spurns the billows' snowy crest,
And skims across the ocean's breast!
And as the frigate speeds along
All blithely rings the sailor's song.
Borne sweetly on the summer breeze,
O'er the sun-lit and rippling seas!
Her pennon fluttering in the breeze;
In all the pomp of fair array,
The frigate speeds upon her way!
The cable coiled, the anchor heaved,
She roves the mistress of the seas.
The harbour mouth is out of sight,
Yet like some venturous errant knight,
On some adventure deep intent,
Onward the gallant frigate went.
She spurns the billows' snowy crest,
And skims across the ocean's breast!
And as the frigate speeds along
All blithely rings the sailor's song.
Borne sweetly on the summer breeze,
O'er the sun-lit and rippling seas!
