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I. SEA LIBERTY.

(SUGGESTED BY A COIN OF OLD TARENTUM.)

Two thousand years have not unseated thee,
Thou dauntless rider of the dolphin king.
Thy father's horses with their brass hooves ring
In the deep watery stall, but o'er the sea
Thou, with exultant arm stretched forth in glee,
Wilt guide thy lustrous steed that curvetting
Moves thro' the flood, a joyous-hearted thing,
Glad as the waves that bound towards Italy.
Earth has its charms, the vales, the moveless hills
Can soothe the unimpressionable mood
And mould the heart they prison—but the waves
Call with a voice of jubilance that thrills
All souls who thirst for swift vicissitude,
We clap our hands—we are no longer slaves.