The Eagle of the sea.
by W. H. C. Hosmer.Rocked in the trough of waves — to-night
Aquila takes an eagle's flight;
In the wind's eye she walks ahead,
Ruled by a Chief who knows not dread.
He is a sailor, staunch and true,
Upholding the “Red, White, and Blue,”
And guides his vessel over waves
That roll above a million graves.
I love the thunder of the gale,
And pity those whose cheeks turn pale;
I love the broad, blue open sea,
Its billows have a charm for me.
We may go down, or strike a reef,
But the last anguish will be brief;
The resurrection trump from sleep
Can wake the dead ones of the Deep.
Oh! what is Greenwood to the sea,
A grander, nobler cemetery;
On its vast bottom lie the brave
Entombed in many a coral cave.
Let the storm whistle through the shrouds,
While over us are angry clouds;
Staunch is the bark that bears us o'er
Rough waters to a brighter shore.
Capped is the mountain surge with foam,
And grand is Father Neptune's home;
I wish his shell by dolphins drawn
Could bear the fiery poet on.
But canvas-winged, and cable-reined
Our ship her glory has maintained,
While shouts aloud the sailor boy,
She walks the waters in her joy.
At last her toughened bones may bleach
On ocean's gray and wreck-strewn beach;
But what a nobler fate could be
For the proud Eagle of the sea.
Let the wind howl, and roar the surge,
Aquila will her pathway urge,
And time, with swift, but easy motion,
Keep to the pulse-beat of the ocean.
Fear not, my comrades, going forth,
From the broad West and frowning North,
To crush upon a Southern shore
False traitors with the cannon's roar.
 God rules by sea, as well as land,
Trust ever in his saving hand;
For man upon life's troubled seas
Must brave the battle and the breeze.