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Imaginary Ship Wreck
By MRS. E. MARKHAM
What sound is it arrests our ear?
Is it the accents of despair,
It is the sufferers' dying prayer,
A tempest on the sea.
Is it the accents of despair,
It is the sufferers' dying prayer,
A tempest on the sea.
The howling winds, the distant cry,
The piercing shrieks, the tearful eye,
The seas are rolling; must they die
And perish in despair?
The piercing shrieks, the tearful eye,
The seas are rolling; must they die
And perish in despair?
Is there no hope, no arm to save,
On the land or on the wave;
Dangers, death or distance brave,
To chain the tyrant down?
On the land or on the wave;
Dangers, death or distance brave,
To chain the tyrant down?
Again they bend their suppliant knee,
And gazing fearful on the sea,
Imploring heaven to set them free,
And bring them safe to land.
And gazing fearful on the sea,
Imploring heaven to set them free,
And bring them safe to land.
