ABSTRACT
Enchants the gazer's roaming eye,—
Yet ocean's glittering garden-bed, Summer and winter, cheers the sight:
Its rose, the sun, at noon flames red; The moon, its lily, blooms by night.
The white-winged ships, in fleet career, Like sea-birds o'er the ocean skim;
They rise, glide on, and disappear Behind the horizon's shadowy rim.
