Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . The Life-Boat. JA OORE. >^^. IS sweet to behold, when the billows are sleeping, Some gay-coloured bark moving gracefully by ;No damp on her deck but the even-tides weeping,No breath in her sails but the summer-winds sigh. Yet who would not turn with a fonder gaze on tlie life-boat, though rugged and worn,Which often hath wafted oer hills of the ocean,The lost light of hope to the seaman forlorn ! Oh! grant that of those who in lifes sunny slumberAround us like summer-barks idly have played. When storms are abroad we may find in the numberO
Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . The Life-Boat. JA OORE. >^^. IS sweet to behold, when the billows are sleeping, Some gay-coloured bark moving gracefully by ;No damp on her deck but the even-tides weeping,No breath in her sails but the summer-winds sigh. Yet who would not turn with a fonder gaze on tlie life-boat, though rugged and worn,Which often hath wafted oer hills of the ocean,The lost light of hope to the seaman forlorn ! Oh! grant that of those who in lifes sunny slumberAround us like summer-barks idly have played. When storms are abroad we may find in the numberOne friend, like the life-boat, to fly to our aid. i5 PEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. To the Daisy. WoRpSWOR^H,
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