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“ The days grew longer and longer,
Till they became as one, And southward through the haze I saw the sullen blaze
of the red midnight sun.
.“ And then uprose before me,
Upon the water's edge, The huge and haggard shape Of that unknown North Cape
Whose form is like a wedge.
“ The sea was rough and stormy,
The tempest howled and wailed, And the sea-fog, like a ghost, Haunted that dreary coast;
But onward still I sailed.
“ Four days I steered to eastward,
Four days without a night:
With red and lurid light.”
Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Ceased writing for a while; And raised his eyes from his book, With a strange and puzzled look,
And an incredulous smile.
And Othere the old sea-captain
Stared at him wild and weird,
His tawny, quivering beard.
And to the King of the Saxons,
In witness of the truth,
“ Behold this walrus-tooth !"
A WIND came up out of the sea,
It hailed the ships, and cried, “Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone."
And hurried landward far away,
It said unto the forest, “Shout !
It whispered to the fields of corn,
It shouted through the belfry-tower,
It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ,
May 28, 1857.
It was fifty years ago,
In the pleasant month of May,
A child in its cradle lay.
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Thy Father has written for thee."
“ Come, wander with me," she said,
"Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."