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anecdote of a boy, etc.
A hundred lips in anguish cry,
A hundred hearts now quail,—
As in their souls they curs'd the hour
When tempted thus to sail.
A hundred hearts now quail,—
As in their souls they curs'd the hour
When tempted thus to sail.
Long howls the wind, with mocking scream,
Around the broken mast;
'The moaning surge, the crashing plank,
In dire review are past!
Around the broken mast;
'The moaning surge, the crashing plank,
In dire review are past!
The floating forms of dying men,
Wash'd from the sinking ship—
As o'er the gale there sweeps the cry
That's breath'd by dying lips!
Wash'd from the sinking ship—
As o'er the gale there sweeps the cry
That's breath'd by dying lips!
And darting from the wreck'd ship side,
There bounds one youthful form,—
Clings closely to yon floating buoy
For safety mid the storm.
There bounds one youthful form,—
Clings closely to yon floating buoy
For safety mid the storm.
Now o'er his head, in pearly shower,
The crystal waters sweep,
And down within its rolling trough
He rests upon the deep!
The crystal waters sweep,
And down within its rolling trough
He rests upon the deep!
