Behind the shadowing mast, the brave and fair That filled all hearts and ears. But soon a boat Was hauled to th' side; within it stepped the prince, And ere the rest could follow, the brave crew 66 My sister must be saved, or I will die." Henry. Thank God for that! Mariner. And back he forced the boat, But when within the spring of desperate men plunge SHIPWRECK ON A HIDDEN ROCK. 189 Down went the tiny bark, and the white sea Clasping his sister, with a look to heaven, Sank William. Henry. This you saw ? Mariner. I did, my liege; And grasped the loosened cordage of the ship, And gained the mast. There all the night I stood. Till the cold sun arose; and nothing moved— No sound, but ever the unruffled tide the tale Manly, as to a man. Hubert, these lips You tell Have smiled their last; the salt sea holds my joy. From Knight's "Half Hours." REV. J. WHITE. SHIPWRECK ON A HIDDEN ROCK. HER giant form O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm. Majestically calm would go 'Mid the deep darkness, white as snow, But gently now the small waves glide, Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast!- last. Five hundred souls in one instant of dread Are hurried o'er the deck; And fast the miserable ship Becomes a lifeless wreck. Her keel hath struck on a hidden rock, Her planks are torn asunder, And down come her masts with a reeling shock, And a hideous crash like thunder. Her sails are draggled in the brine, That gladdened late the skies, And her pendant, that kissed the fair moonshine, Down many a fathom lies. Her beauteous sides, whose rainbow hues Gleamed softly from below, And flung a warm and sunny flush To the coral rocks are hurrying down To sleep amid colours as bright as their own. An hour before her death; And sights of home with sighs disturbed SHIPWRECK ON A HIDDEN ROCK. 191 Instead of the murmur of the sea, And his wife, by turns she wept and smiled, As she looks on the father of her child Returned to her at last, He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll, No image meets my wandering eye But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky. Though the night-shades are gone, yet a vapour dull Bedims the waves so beautiful; While a low and melancholy moan Mourns for the glory that hath flown. PROFESSOR WILSON. THE WRECK OF AN INDIAMAN. ALL night the booming minute-gun And bowed her noble mast. The queenly ship!-brave hearts had striven, And true ones died with her! We saw her mighty cable riven, Like floating gossamer; We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn, And sadder things than these! We saw her treasures cast away; |