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MORITURA TE SALUTAT.
Оглавление[The wreck of the “Beaver” lies near the entrance of Vancouver harbour, within a short distance of the course of the Empresses, the new steamships of the Canadian Pacific Railway. The “Beaver” was the pioneer steamer of the Pacific Ocean—1835.]
A broken hulk, forlorn and lost am I,
Above me frown the cliffs in ramparts high,
Beneath on rocky ledge
I stranded lie.
Around, the hungry waves await their prey,
They surge above my head and day by day
I crumble as they steal
My life away.
Yet not alone despoiled by wind and wave,
But Man whom I have served, disdains to save,
And robs me as I sink
Into my grave.
The sea-weed damp and chill binds fast my breast,
Yet deep below in passionate unrest
There stirs a hope, a dream
Unknown, unguessed.
At morn, when the first ray of daylight creeps
Through clinging mists where soft the darkness sleeps,
And faintly trembles down
To dusky deeps,—
At noon, when clear and bright the waters spread
And Ocean scarcely moves to rock my bed,
While droops the golden moss
Above my head,—
At eve, when shadows fall and winds are free,
And moaning surges call aloud for me
To sink to sleep at last
Beneath the sea,—
Still do I gaze afar, still do I wait,
Watching for her who comes in royal state
To sweep majestic through
The Lion’s Gate!
Great Empress, proud, serene! thy coming fleet
Announced by herald echoes wild and sweet,
The purple hills proclaim,
The vales repeat.
To my dull vision, from the world apart,
Thou seem’st a miracle of magic art,
Strange forces throb and glow
Within thy heart!
Fair white Enchantress, from the Orient sped!
Its fragrance and its spice around thee shed
Still lingering incense breathe
About thy head.
Above thy path the gleaming sea-gulls fly,
Like mystic spirits weave in circles high
A charm of waving wings
Against the sky!
I know thou dost not heed my dreary lot,
Nor mark in passing by the lonely spot
Where desolate I lie
By all forgot.
The Past am I, but yet thou canst not chide
The worship thou hast won from ancient pride
Whose youth once challenged Fate,
And Time defied.
For had I never crossed this Western sea,
Nor braved its wrath to find a path for thee,
Where then thy stately grace
Secure and free?
I toiled through calm and storm for many a year,
While yet th’untrodden forest slumbered here,
Of progress, faith and peace
The pioneer.
And Science made me strong to prove her worth
Her dawning light was shed upon my birth,
Whose glory now is spread
Through all the earth!
But now my work is done—I sink to rest—
Fair Empress! may the wave thou hast caressed
In music murmur still
Above my breast.
And when at midnight’s hour thou drawest nigh
And softly through the mists that sleeping lie
The star upon thy brow
Is gliding by—
Oh, may its light that trembles o’er my tomb
With dreams of thee steal downwards through the gloom,
Where I beneath the sea
Have found my doom!