Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail; The cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence. With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Where summer sings and never dies She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines. Her children, hid The cliffs amid, Are gambolling with the gambolling kid; Or down the walls, With tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings as she skips, Or gazes at the far-off ships. Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows, From lands of sun to lands of snows; Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun. O happy ship, To rise and dip, With the blue crystal at your lip! O happy crew, My heart with you Sails, and sails, and sings anew! THE CHARNEL SHIP. THE night, the long, dark night, at last Passed fearfully away; 'Mid crashing ice, and howling blast, They hailed the dawning day, Which broke to cheer the whaler's crew, And wide around its gray light threw. The storm had ceased; its wrath had rent And many a piercing glance they sent And sailor hearts their rude praise gave The breeze blew freshly, and the sun On heaps of icy fragments, won, Sad trophies, in the past night's war But lo! still farther off appears It hastens to them, by the breeze Near, and more near; and can it be, (More venturous than their own,) A ship, whose seeming ghost they see God of the mariner! protect Her inmates as she moves along, Through perils, which ere now had wrecked, Ha! she has struck! she grounds! she stands "Quick, man the boat!" Away they sprang, The stranger ship to aid, And loud their hailing voices rang, And rapid speed they made; But all in silence, deep, unbroke, The vessel stood; none answering spoke. 'Twas fearful! not a sound arose, No moving thing was there, Which filled each heart with fear. He was alone, the damp-chill mould The tale no voice might speak: "Seventy days," the record stood, 'We have been in the ice, and wanted food!" They took his book, and turned away, But soon discovered where The wife, in her death-sleep, gently lay Near him in life most dear, Who, seated beside his young heart's pride, Oh, wedded love! how beautiful, How pure a thing thou art, Can cheer life's roughest walk, and shed There was a solemn, sacred feeling And, softly from the cabin stealing, They left them to their rest; The fair, the young, the constant pair, And to their boat returning, each The charnel ship, which, years before, Had sailed from distant Albion's shore. They left her in the icebergs, where Few venture to intrude, A monument of death and fear, 'Mid Ocean's solitude; And, grateful for their own release, Thanked God, and sought their homes in peace. THE SAILOR-BOY'S DREAM. N slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay, IN His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But, watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. He dreamed of his home, of his dear native bowers, And pleasures that waited on life's merry morn; While memory stood sidewise, half-covered with flowers, And restored every rose, but secreted its thorn. |