Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By To the Ice MountainJames O. Rockwell
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Jewel, dazzling all the main!
Father of the silver crest!
Wandering on the trackless plain,
Sleeping ’mid the wavy roar,
Sailing ’mid the angry storm,
Ploughing ocean’s oozy floor,
Piling to the clouds thy form!
Prison’d by the sullen north!
But to melt thy hated chain,
Is it, that thou comest forth?
Wend thee to the sunny south,
To the glassy summer sea,
And the breathings of her mouth
Shall unchain and gladden thee!
’Neath the green and clouded wave!
Trampling, in thy reckless wrath,
On the lost, but cherish’d brave;
Parting love’s death-link’d embrace—
Crushing beauty’s skeleton—
Tell us what the hidden race
With our mourned lost have done!
Art an icy coronal;
And, beneath the viewless dun,
Throw’st o’er barks a wavy pall;
Shining Death upon the sea!
Wend thee to the southern main;
Bend to God thy melting knee,
Mingle with the wave again!