THE OCEAN BURIAL.
It was midnight on the sea, And a tempest raged around,While the billows wild and free, With a rushing, roaring sound,Dashed against a noble bark, As it plowed its way alongThrough the treach'rous waves so dark, In their midnight drap'ry hung.
Yes, 'twas midnight on the main, Midnight solemn, dark, and drear;By the lonely couch of pain Sat a mother, pale with fear.But the storm she heeded not That without was raging wild;All its terrors were forgot While she watched her dying child.
"Mother," said the dying one, In sweet accents low but clear,"Tell me, is my life's work done? Tell me, for I do not fear."Then the mother gently bent O'er the couch with tearful eye;
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