VIII And many a careless, happy child All full of joyous glee While gazing on the billows wild, Of the angry, boiling sea, IX Will know full soon, the one so brave, So loving, tender, true, Whom mother prays her God to save, Is lost with all his crew. X And many a gentle wife, just now, Who's watching, hoping on, Will something learn that shades her brow, And makes her cheek grow wan. ΧΙ And all along the yellow strand, And near the rocks,' I ween, There's many a ship fast in the sand, And many a wreck is seen. XII For, oh, the Storm so cruel, cold, Ne'er cares what hearts it breaks; What lives it spoils remains untold; What misery it makes. MATERNAL DEVOTION PART I I SWEET memories rise unchidden in my breast II Communion close, and sympathy of thought Brought us more near than Kindred could; we sought Ambitions high and true. The noblest aims III Thou art not only son, but brother-friend; IV 'Tis mighty, mystic Love that draws us nigh, MATERNAL DEVOTION PART II I MUSING and dreaming, here sit I alone, Thinking of moments that long since have flown: March winds are tumbling, and rumbling; and rush On their wild course, as if trying to crush All that opposeth them; conquerors free In their mad flight they now strive hard to be. II Out of the Calendar, who would not own, |