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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 touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, “ O bird, awake and sing.”
And o'er the farms, “O chanticleer,
It whispered to the fields of corn, “ Bow down, and hail the coming morn."
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."
And he wandered away and away
With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day
The rhymes of the universe.
And whenever the way seemed long,
Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song,
Or tell a more marvellous tale.
So she keeps him still a child,
And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild
For the beautiful Pays de Vaud;