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IN HARBOR, 
 
 NELLIE L DAVIS BARNES. 
 
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 A. SHARRARD. 
 
 FLEXNER BROTHERS, 
 LOUISVILLE, KY. 
 
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 COPYRIGHTED, lS92, 
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 MRS. J. B. BARNES. 
 
 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 
 
INSCRIBED 
 
 TO 
 
 THEODORE HARRIS. 
 
IN HARBOR. 
 
 y®.EEE tliere not castles In Spain, and 
 (^^^ Gold mines galore 
 To be found 'cross tlie ocean, on a 
 
 Dream-haunted sliore ? 
 So we took slilp, and sailed for tlie 
 
 Land of our dreams— 
 A stout craft was slie, sound in 
 
 Keelson and beams i 
 
!EEP her Jaold, true lier pilot, and 
 S^^ Pea^rless lier crew ; 
 Like tJie curlew, she skimnied o'er the 
 
 Waters' dark blue, 
 Prom her decks we flew signals to 
 
 Homeward bound ships. 
 -' Hail and Pareweli," with light hearts and 
 
 Laughter on lips, 
 We sailed far and wide, tlirough 
 
 Days that were long, 
 North, South, East and West, 'gainst 
 
 Winds adverse and strong ; 
 In the far North, held prisoned by 
 
 Blue icebergs grasped, 
 While Aurora's bright circle the 
 
 Mystic Pole clasped, 
 Then the frost of our breath, with the 
 
 Ice of our tears. 
 Lengthened out the sad days to the 
 
 Space of long years. 
 
HENCE, Southward we sped, cruel 
 Sport for the blast ; 
 Strange shapes hurtling \)j us in the 
 
 Deep shadows cast 
 Bj the gloomy, dark hull and the 
 
 Towering mast, 
 Light gleamed phosphorescent, where 'the old 
 
 Mariner passed 
 On his xvorm-eaten ship, in its 
 
 Ice frosted shroud, 
 While liis pliantom companions the 
 
 Slanting decks crowd 
 As the smitten ship staggers, half 
 
 Hidden in foam. 
 Or stands, poised for a moment on the 
 
 Billows' dark comb ; 
 The " lone mariner " loud calls from 
 
 His floating grave. 
 Ere he's hurried from sight by the 
 
 Following wave, . 
 
^N the arms of the tempest our 
 "^1 Shix) lies entwined, 
 Snaps her cordage !— its lash is in 
 
 Light'ning defined, 
 Like Tisiphone's hair on the 
 
 Blast oast behind ; 
 And the main-sail, in rags, wraps its 
 
 Folds round the mast. 
 While theMUows make troughs where the 
 
 Good ship is cast, 
 Forgotten are gold mines and the 
 
 Castles in Spain, 
 In the whirl of the tempest. 
 
 Ambition lies slain. 
 And manhood arises on the 
 
 Wings of the storm ; 
 Facing death it grows freer of the 
 
 Sins which deform ; 
 The baser self sinks in the 
 
 Depths of the sea, 
 
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^S the strained ship reels forward with 
 Keel cutting free 
 A patli through the waters, where the 
 
 Hidden rooks lie 
 Eound the lighthouse, its heaoon, a 
 
 Fiery red eye. 
 Which the tempest— llame-lDeaten— 
 
 Deluges in rain,— 
 Not here, oh, not here are the fair 
 
 Castles of Spain, 
 To the Westward we rove for the 
 
 Houses and gold- 
 Coral reefs stab the keel, and foul 
 
 Damps fill the hold ; 
 Here the palm droops its fronds and the 
 
 Brilliant macaw 
 Swings in loops of the vine, under 
 
 Skies without flaw, 
 Here the wild man tattooed, in his 
 
 iNFakedness roams 
 
JIEEE tlie waters sweep inland, round 
 (^^^ The pearl fishers' homes, 
 The translucent green pools lie in 
 
 Circular moats, 
 Wherein waving soft lines, the 
 
 Octopus' arm floats, 
 And the footstep unwary slips 
 
 Down to its doom. 
 To lie withi heaped shells in tlie 
 
 Sea's sandy room, 
 Long sliall salt waters gurgle througli 
 
 Eye-holes in the skull. 
 Or rush with their currents round the 
 
 Long sunlien hull, 
 In the noisome, dank jungles the 
 
 Coiled serpent lies, 
 At eve, \)j the water -pool, the 
 
 Night-prowling loeast cries. 
 The marsh heron's Lead beneath 
 
 Its scarlet-hued wing. 
 
. S uneasily stirred by tiie poison 
 Gnat's sting, 
 Tiie niglit air is lieavy xvitli sweet odors, 
 
 Dew-pressed 
 On palled senses, tliat sioken, and 
 
 Never find rest, 
 Wtiere tlie ear is assaulted witli 
 
 Medley of sounds, 
 In tlie morn, noon and eve as 
 
 Days speed on their rounds. 
 Tlie vapors malarial rise like mist 
 
 O'er tlie lands, 
 Where no fair castles are, neitlier 
 
 Gold in tire sands, 
 Then the hollowed cheek, dark'ning 'neatk 
 
 Lack lustre eyes, 
 is joy-flushed, as the prow points where 
 
 A newer guest lies. 
 In a tangle of flotsam in tke 
 
 Gulf stream we drift ; 
 

 
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[OT a breeze strikes the wanderer, Jaer 
 
 "^ Slack sails to lift, 
 Tiie hearts that were youthful, have grown 
 
 Old in this guest, 
 A deep yearning for home is the 
 
 Phantoni-like guest, 
 Which at nightfall rises and 
 
 Dances, and tansts 
 With beckoning hands in the 
 
 Wavering mists , 
 That watery wastes fling, in their 
 
 Blood-chilling damp, 
 To the circle of light round the 
 
 Binnacle lamp, 
 Not in tropical climes where 
 
 Lang'rous calms reign; 
 Not in cruel Northland with its 
 
 Frost-accursed main ; 
 Not in cinnamon groves 
 
 Of world-famed Ceylon, 
 
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 IHE the gold mines found, and tlie 
 Air castles won, 
 The spirit wiiioli droi^e us 
 
 Fortli on tills ciuest 
 Is dead ! its tired wings folded 
 
 Upon its damb breast, 
 The brave ship that has weathered 
 
 The arctic gale, 
 And outridden fierce storms, that have 
 
 Turned the cheeks pale. 
 Has her prow homeward turned. 
 
 Where the harbor lights gleam 
 In a brightness, unrivaled by 
 
 Those in youth's dream 
 Unfulfilled, Enough for the present 
 
 The dangers we've passed, 
 Let us gain for this brave ship safe 
 
 Harbor at last, 
 'Twixt the headland and sand bar, we 
 
 Pass up the bay ; 
 
U)^3>A_DLY worn and dismantled, in the 
 
 Offing we lay ; 
 Ttie canvas rags flutter from 
 
 Eacti creaking mast ; 
 Furl the sails ! Drop the anchor ! 
 
 We're in harloor at last ! 
 Life's feverish ciuest over, strength. 
 
 Courage both spent, 
 Tides may come, tides may go, we 
 
 Walt here conte.nt, 
 
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