THE KEARSAGE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 20, 14 September 1894, Page 15

THE KEARSAGE.

In a gloomy ocean bed Dwelt a formless thing, and said, Io the dim and countless eons long ago, " 1 will build a stronghold high, Ocean's power to defy, And tbe pride of haughty man to lay low." Crept the minutes for the sad: Sped tbe cycles for the glad, But the march of time was neither less dot more ; While the formless atom died, Myriad millions by its side, And above them lifted slowly Boncador, Boncador of Caribee, Coral dragon of the sea, Ever sleeping with his teeth below tbe wave ; Woe to him who breaks tbe sleep 1 Woe to them who sail the deep 1 Woe to ship and man that fear a shipman'a grave I her many a galleon old, vy -keeled with guilty gold, Fled before the hardy rover smiting sore ; But the sleeper silent lay Till preyer and his prey Brought their plunder *nd their bones to Boncador. Be content, O con ueror I Now our bravest ship of war, War and tempest who had often braved before, All hsr storied prowess past, Strikes her glorious flag at last To the formless thing that builded Roncador 1 — James Jeffrey Bochb, in the May Century,