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His name shall ascend in the prayers of the free"
“Beware !” said the foe,—“we are strong; The minstrel is safe, but another than he
Might have paid with his life for his song !"
THE SAILOR'S WIFE.
As small to view
As the white sea-mew Whose wings in the billows dip. “ Blow, favouring gales, in her answering sails ! Blow steadily and free !
Rejoicing, strong, · Singing a song
Her rigging and her spars among,
And waft the vessel in pride along
Nearer-still nearer driving,
Clear to her eyes
The pennant flies,
And still, O heart !
When all so happy and bless'd thou art ?
The swift ship drops her anchor;
Against its prow
The ripples flow,
Safe, safe at home,
And sprinkle the clouds with your dashing foam ! He shall part no more from me!”
THE CHILD AND THE STAR.
She had been told that God made all the stars
Filld her young heart with gladness, and the eve
THE THREE FISHERS.
THREE fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west as the sun went down;
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
Though the harbour bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
And they trimm'd the lamps as the sun went down ; They look'd at the squall, and they look'd at the shower,
And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,
And the harbour bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come home to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner 'tis over, the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
With rafters rotten and old,
That his canopy was not gold :
He noted, half in a dream,
Swaying from beam to beam :
Through stout perseverance in right;
And the Bruce leapt up at the humble sight, And the fortunate omen haild,
And straightway shouted, eager for fight, “ Once more, once more, for me!”—
* And onward he march'd in his royal might
Many times foild and thrown,
Where each must struggle alone,
Remember this word, “Once More,”
Be it seven, or seven times seven; Knock yet again at the Father's door; Energy makes all Victory sure,
Away with the faithless leaven ! Onward, upward, never give in! “ Once more” is ever the watchword to win
The crowns of earth and heaven!
THE WE A V E R.
A WEAVER sat by the side of his loom
A-flinging his shuttle fast;
Was added at every cast.
His warp had been by the angels spun,
And his weft was bright and new, Like threads which the morning unbraids from the sun,
All jewell’d over with dew.
And fresh-lipp'd, bright-eyed, beautiful flowers
In the rich soft web were bedded ;
Not yet were Time's feet leaded !
But something there came slow stealing by,
And a shade on the fabric fell ;
For Thought hath a wearisome spell !