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And we saw the sea beneath its track
And water-spouts, with a rushing sound,
And all around, 'twixt sky and sea,
A hollow wind did blow;
And the waves were heaved from the ocean depths, And the ship rocked to and fro.
"I knew it was that fierce death calm
Its horrid hold undoing;
And I saw the plagues of wind and storm
"There was a yell in the gathering winds,
And the captain rushed from the hold below,
"He seized each rope with a madman's haste, And he set the helm to go;
And every sail he crowded on
As the furious winds did blow.
And away they went, like autumn leaves
Before the tempest's rout;
And the naked masts with a crash came down, And the wild ship tossed about.
The men to spars and splintered boards
And 'mid the creaking timber's din,
I heard the dismal, drowning cries,
Of their last agony.
"There was a curse in the wind that blew,-
And the captain knew that vengeance came
" And I heard him say, as he sate apart,
In a hollow voice and low,
"Tis a cry of blood doth follow us.
And then those heavy iron chests,
"And out from the bottom of the sea,
And he drew in his breath with a gasping sob, And a spasm of death came on.
And a furious boiling wave rose up,
"Two days before, when the storm began, We were forty men and five;
But ere the middle of that night
There were but two alive.
The child and I, we were but two,
And he clung to me in fear;
Oh! it was pitiful to see
And his little prayers to hear!
"At length, as if his prayers were heard, 'Twas calmer,—and anon
The clear sun shone, and warm and low,
And drove us gently on.
And on we drove, and on we drove,
That fair young child and I;
But his heart was as a man's in strength,
There was no bread within the wreck,
Yet he murmured not, and cheered me
When my last hopes were gone : But I saw him waste, and waste away, And his rosy cheek grow wan.
Still on we drove, I knew not where,
We were too weak to raise a sail,
Had there been one to raise.
Still on we went, as the west wind drove, On, on, o'er the pathless tide;
And I lay in a sleep, 'twixt life and death, And the child was at my side.
And it chanced, as we were drifting on
An English vessel passed us by,
That was sailing cheerily ; Unheard by me, that vessel hailed And asked what we might be.
The young child at the cheer rose up,
And gave an answering word,—
And they drew him from the drifting wreck As light as is a bird.
They took him gently in their arms,
And put again to sea:
Not yet! not yet!' he feebly cried,
There was a man with me.'
Again unto the wreck they came,
And a ship-boy small had strength enough
To carry me away.
Oh, joy it was when sense returned,
That fair, warm ship to see;
And to hear the child within his bed
I thought at first that we had died,
"But they were human forms that knelt Beside our bed to pray;
And men, with hearts most merciful,
"Twas a dismal tale I had to tell, Of wreck and wild distress;
But, even then, I told to none
The captain's wickedness.
For I loved the boy, and I could not cloud
"Twere an evil thing, thought I, to blast
So he grew to be a man of wealth,
And in after years when he had ships,
I sailed with him the sea,
And in all the sorrow of my life
He was a son to me;
And God hath blessed him every where
DWELLERS by lake and hill!
No crowd impedes your way,
No city wall proscribes your further bounds;
Where the wild flock can wander, ye may stray The long day through, 'mid summer sights and sounds.
The sunshine and the flowers,
And the old trees that cast a solemn shade;
The pleasant evening,-the fresh, dewy hours, And the green hills whereon your fathers play'd :
The grey and ancient peaks,
Round which the silent clouds hang day and night;
These are your joys! Go forth,—
The voice of hidden rills
Its quiet way into your spirits finds;
Ye sit upon the earth
Twining its flowers, and shouting, full of glee;
Hence is it that the lands
Of storm and mountain have the noblest sons;
Whom the world reverences,—the patriot bands Were of the hills like you, ye little ones!
Children of pleasant song
Are taught within the mountain solitudes;
Then go forth,-earth and sky
To you are tributary; joys are spread
Profusely, like the summer flowers that lie In the green path, beneath your gamesome tread!