THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. "BUILD me straight, O worthy Master ! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle ! " The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. A quiet smile played round his lips, As the eddies and dimples of the tide That steadily at anchor ride. And with a voice that was full of glee, And first with nicest skill and art, Its counterpart in miniature; That with a hand more swift and sure And as he labored, his mind ran o'er The various ships that were built of yore, And eight round towers, like those that frown Upon the drawbridge and the moat. And he said with a smile, "Our ship, I wis, Shall be of another form than this !" It was of another form, indeed; Built for freight, and yet for speed, A beautiful and gallant craft; Broad in the beam, that the stress of the blast, Pressing down upon sail and mast, Might not the sharp bows overwhelm ; Broad in the beam, but sloping aft In the ship-yard stood the Master, That should laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle ! Covering many a rood of ground, Lay the timber piled around; Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak, And scattered here and there, with these, The knarred and crooked cedar knees; Brought from regions far away, From Pascagoula's sunny bay, |