SCARBOROUGH AT SUNRISE.

BY DR. BEATTIE.

MORNING breaks on tower and steep,
On 'battled walls and briny deep;
In crimson light the waves are flowing,
With golden tints the cliffs are glowing:
Now the seaman trims his sail,

Spreads his canvass to the gale;
On cliff and scaur -on earth and ocean,
All is light, and life, and motion.

Hark! below, with joyous greeting,
Heart and voice in concert meeting!
Freighted barks are welcomed home-
Freighted barks
prepare to roam;
Gathering wealth from every strand,
Scattering blessings o'er the land.
Commerce, like its field the ocean,
Still unwearied-still in motion
Visits every distant shore,

Waters what was waste before,

Till forests wave and harvests smile

On barren rock and desert isle.