Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the North-east; Down came the storm, and smote amain She shudder'd and paused, like a frighted steed, 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.' He wrapp'd her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a 'broken spar, And bound her to the mast. 'O father! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be?' "Tis a fog-bell, on a rock-bound coast!'— 'O father! I hear the sound of guns, 'O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?' But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lash'd to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fix'd and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, And ever the fitful gusts between The breakers were right beneath her bows, And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her sides Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, At day-break, on the bleak sea-beach The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair like the brown sea-weed Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe! The Dog and the Water-lily THE noon was shady, and soft airs When, 'scaped from literary cares, My spaniel, prettiest of his race, (Two nymphs adorn'd with every grace That spaniel found for me,) Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads It was the time when Ouse display'd With cane extended far I sought But still the prize, though nearly caught, Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains But with a cherup clear and strong I thence withdrew, and follow'd long My ramble ended, I return'd ; I saw him with that lily cropp'd My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd Charm'd with the sight, 'The world,' I cried, 'Shall hear of this thy deed; My dog shall mortify the pride 'But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine W. COWPER. To Flush, my Dog LOVING friend, the gift of one, Gentle fellow-creature! Like a lady's ringlets brown, Darkly brown thy body is, When the sleek curls manifold With a burnished fulness. Leap! thy broad tail waves a light; Leap-those tasselled ears of thine Yet, my pretty sportive friend, That I praise thy rareness ! But of thee it shall be said, Roses, gathered for a vase, Love remains for shining. Other dogs in thymy dew Tracked the hares and followed through Sunny moor or meadow- Other dogs of loyal cheer Up the woodside hieing— And if one or two quick tears |