EDDERLINE. BY PROFESSOR WILSON. Lo! morning's dewy hush divine At their earliest matin meeting As her midnight dream again, Now she sees the ship returning, Every mast with ensigns burning, Star-bright o'er the cloud of sails, As, queen-like, down the green sea-vales She stoops, or o'er the mountains green Re-ascending like a queen! Glad the heart of hoary ocean In the beauty of her motion. |