With his gunners' rammers run Through our ports at every load, Till clear the blue beyond us through our yawning timbers showed. Yet with entrails torn we clung Like the Spartan to our fox, And on deck no coward tongue Wailed the enemy's hard knocks, Nor that all below us trembled like a wreck upon the rocks. VIII. Then a thought rose in my brain, As through Channel mists the sun. Drove below decks every one Of the enemy's ship's company to hide or work a gun, On the "Richard's" yard lay out, That a man might do and die, If the doing brought about Freedom for his home and country, and his messmates' cheering shout! IX. Then I crept out in the dark Till I hung above the hatch Of the "Serapis "—a mark For her marksmen -with a match And a hand-grenade, but lingered just a moment more to snatch One last look at sea and sky! At the lighthouse on the hill! At the harvest-moon on high! And our pine flag fluttering still; Then turned and down her yawning throat I launched that devil's pill! Then a blank was all between As the flames around me spun ! Had I fired the magazine ? Was the victory lost or won? Nor knew I till the fight was o'er but half my work was done: For I lay among the dead In the cockpit of our foe, Till a trampling to and fro, And a lantern showed my mate's face, and I knew what now you know! The Miracle of Padre Junipero. THIS is the tale that the Chronicle Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient mound, Into the distant, hazy South, Over the dusty and broad champaign, And fissure, cracked by the fervid drouth, The wells were empty and choked with sand; Slipped like ghosts of the streams below. Thus they stood as the sun went down VOL. I. E |