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CHILDHOOD.
THE WRECK OF THE "HESPERUS." Heney Wadswoeth Longfellow.
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea, And the skipper had taken his little daughter
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now west, now south.
Then up and spoke an old sailor
Had sailed the Spanish Main: " I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
" Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the north-east; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
" Come hither ! come hither ! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so ; For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."
He wrapped 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 ;
Oh, say, what may it be ?" " 'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"
And he steered for the open sea.
" O father! I hear the sound of guns;
Oh, say, what may it be ?" " Some ship in distress, that can not live
In such an angry sea!"
" O father! I see a gleaming light ;
Oh, say, what may it be f But the father answered never a word´┐Ż
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Theu the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed
That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right between her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool; But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sunk ;■ Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared !
At day-break, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes;







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