("Jersey Dort Dans Les Flots.") [Bk. Iii. Xiv., Oct. 8, 1854.] Dear Jersey! Jewel Jubilant And Green, 'Midst Surge That Splits Steel Ships, But Sings To Thee! Thou Fav'rest Frenchmen, Though From England Seen, Oft Tearful To That Mistress "North Countree"; Returned The Third Time Safely Here To Be, I Bless My Bold Gibraltar Of The Free. Yon Lighthouse Stands Forth Like A Fervent Friend, One Who Our Tempest Buffets Back With Zest, And With Twin-Steeple, Eke Our Helmsman'S End, Forms Arms That Beckon Us Upon Thy Breast; Rose-Posied Pillow, Crystallized With Spray, Where Pools Pellucid Mirror Sunny Ray. A Frigate Fretting Yonder Smoothest Sky, Like Pauseless Petrel Poising O'Er A Wreck, Strikes Bright Athwart The Dearly Dazzled Eye, Until It Lessens To Scarce Certain Speck, 'Neath Venus, Sparkling On The Agate-Sprinkled Beach, For Fisher'S Sailing-Signal, Just And True, Until Aurora Frights Her From The View. In Summer, Steamer-Smoke Spreads As Thy Veil, And Mists In Winter Sudden Screen Thy Sight, When At Thy Feet The Galley-Breakers Wail And Toss Their Tops High O'Er The Lofty Flight Of Horrid Storm-Worn Steps With Shark-Like Bite, That Only Ope To Swallow Up In Spite. L'Envoy. But Penitent In Calm, Thou Givest A Balm, To Many A Man Who's Felt Thy Rage, And Many A Sea-Bird - Thanks Be Heard! - Thou Shieldest - Sea-Bird - Exiled Bard And Sage.