DID pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, Grief that devouring waves had caused, or guilt Which they had witnessed--sway the man who built This Homestead, placed where nothing could be seen, Nought heard, of ocean troubled or serene? A tired Ship-soldier on paternal land, That o'er the channel holds august command, The dwelling raised,--a veteran Marine. He, in disgust, turned from the neighbouring sea To shun the memory of a listless life 10 That hung between two callings. May no strife More hurtful here beset him, doomed though free, Self-doomed, to worse inaction, till his eye Shrink from the daily sight of earth and sky!
