Anon the boom of the minute-gun

Rang low through the breezes' roar, And the lifeboat plunged through the plunging foam,

And a lantern from the shore Showed Jack at the stern with his rough brave hand

Clutching the strong stroke-oar.

Steady!" he cried. "Head her, my lads, Where the thundering billows break; Out where the red lamps blaze, my boys: Let the broken sea boil in our wake; And save him, save him, save him, lads, For Gertrude Marmion's sake!"

And the maiden prayed: "O Father, thou
Who stillest the raging sea,

Go with them through the deep; O thou,
Father, their pilot be,

And guide them home, and bring-oh, bring—
My true love back to me.

"The lights on the ship-look, look!" she cried

They are dying one by one;

No more across the wild storm comes
The boom of the signal-gun.

They have reached the ship-they have
reached the ship!
Thank God!

Brave souls, well done!"

Ho! how the foam flew all around
Like a dead man's winding sheet !
A cheer, a crash. The lifeboat swift
Through the whistling hail and the sleet,
Cleaving the rushing foam, it came,
And, plunging, dashed at her feet.

In his arms she lay. "At last, true heart, We have met for evermore."

a tender and rapturous

Here under the willows this sweet summer day,

panion,

river;

Each heart with the other in unison beats, While through the green willows the cool zephyrs shiver

And in their nostrils breathed a living soul, Most fallen, most prone, most earthy, most

debased;

Of all that sold eternity for time,