And the Home of a Briton, though lowly the cot, Though the pale hand of Death its loved circle may thin, That are found in his Home. THE VISION. SHE rose before him, in the loveliness But there were traits more heavenly in her face, THE HOME-BOUND SHIP. THE ship was homeward bound-the thrilling cry But gallantly before the favouring gales She moves in all her pride, a pageant fair; And every shape of gladness revels there, But, hark! e'en now with awful change of cheer, And the wild shriek of agonizing fear; "The ship is sinking," in deep tones of woe, Bursts from the lips of all, with piercing cries For succour, as the roaring waters rise. And hues of death were seen on every face; The trembling forms of those they could not save. Then, for the lowered boats, the frantic race And desperate struggle, while the ocean wave There was the sob, the sigh, the whispered prayer, Who breathed no plaint, but gazed upon the shore With the fixed glances of intense despair, And thought of those they should behold no more, With whom was fondly linked each tender tie That knits life's cords, and makes it hard to die. That pause of bitter agony is past, And the still agitated waters glide O'er the last vestige of the buried mast; But striving stoutly with the eddying tide, The greedy billows, and the roaring blast, In furious and tempestuous wrath allied, And rising o'er their mingled might is seen A gallant stripling with undaunted mien. A A His widowed mother's hope-the aid and joy Of orphan sisters-on the treacherous main, With firm resolve no hardships could destroy, For them Life's needful comforts to obtain, Had early ventured this heroic boy, Deeming all sufferings light and terrors vain, That frowning Fortune sternly might oppose To bar the vent'rous path he nobly chose. And must that glowing heart be 'whelmed beneath E'en now with fainting limbs and labouring breath He strives, while thoughts of those who soon may weep In cureless anguish for his fate, comes o'er His soul, and nerves his failing arm once more. His reeling eye grows dim, while from the strand The life-boat, launched by her determined band |