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A STORY OF THE REBELLION.
A Story of the Rebellion.
The treacherous sands had caught our boat,
And held it with a strong embrace.
And death at our imprisoned crew
Was sternly looking face to face.
And held it with a strong embrace.
And death at our imprisoned crew
Was sternly looking face to face.
With anxious hearts, but failing strength,
We strove to push the boat from shore;
But all in vain, for there we lay
With bated breath and useless oar.
We strove to push the boat from shore;
But all in vain, for there we lay
With bated breath and useless oar.
Around us in a fearful storm
The fiery hail fell thick and fast;
And we engirded by the sand.
Could not return the dreadful blast.
The fiery hail fell thick and fast;
And we engirded by the sand.
Could not return the dreadful blast.
When one arose upon whose brow
The ardent sun had left his trace;
A noble purpose strong and high
Uplighting all his dusky face.
The ardent sun had left his trace;
A noble purpose strong and high
Uplighting all his dusky face.
Perchance within that fateful hour
The wrongs of ages thronged apace;
But with it came the glorious hope
Of swift deliverance to his race.
The wrongs of ages thronged apace;
But with it came the glorious hope
Of swift deliverance to his race.
Of galling chains asunder rent,
Or severed hearts again made one,
Or severed hearts again made one,
