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All night the storm had raged, nor ceased,

nor paused, When, as day broke, the Maid, through misty

air, Espies far off a Wreck, amid the surf, Beating on one of those disastrous islesHalf of a Vessel, half—no more; the rest Had vanished, swallowed up with all that there Had for the common safety striven in vain, Or thither thronged for refuge. With quick

glance Daughter and Sire through optic-glass discern, Clinging about the remnant of this Ship, Creatures-how precious in the Maiden's sight! For whom, belike, the old Man grieves still more Than for their fellow-sufferers engulfed Where every parting agony is hushed, And hope and fear mix not in further strife. “But courage, Father! let us out to seaA few may yet be saved." The Daughter's

words, Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith, Dispel the Father's doubts: nor do they lack The noble-minded Mother's helping hand To launch the boat; and with her blessing

cheered. And inwardly sustained by silent prayer, Together they put forth, Father and Child ! 50 Each grasps an oar, and struggling on they go-Rivals in effort; and, alike intent Here to elude and there surmount, they watch The billows lengthening, mutually crossed And shattered, and re-gathering their might; As if the tumult, by the Almighty's will

56 Were, in the conscious sea, roused and pro

longed That woman's fortitude-so tried, so proved


May brighten more and inore !




True to the mark, They stem the current of that perilous gorge, Their

still strengthening with the strengthening heart, Though danger, as the Wreck is neared,

becomes More imminent. Not unseen do they approach ; And rapture, with varieties of fear Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames

65 Of those who, in that dauntless energy, Foretaste deliverance; but the least perturbed Can scarcely trust his eyes, when he perceives That of the pair-tossed on the waves to bring Hope to the hopeless, to the dying, lifeOne is a Woman, a poor earthly sister, Or, be the Visitant other than she seems, A guardian Spirit sent from pitying Heaven, In woman's shape. But why prolong the tale, Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts Armed to repel them ? Every hazard faced 76 And difficulty mastered, with resolve That no one breathing should be left to perish, This last remainder of the crew are all Placed in the little boat, then o'er the deep 80 Are safely borne, landed upon the beach, And, in fulfilment of God's mercy, lodged Within the sheltering Lighthouse.--Shout, ye

Waves! Send forth a song of triumph. Waves and Winds,

84 Exult in this deliverance wrought through faith In Him whose Providence your rage hath

served! Ye screaming Sea-mews, in the concert join! And would that some immortal Voice--a Voice


Fitly attuned to all that gratitude
Breathes out from floor or couch, through

pallid lips
Of the survivors—to the clouds might bear-
Blended with praise of that parental love,
Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew
Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave,
Though young so wise, though meek so

resoluteMight carry to the clouds and to the stars, Yea, to celestial Choirs, GRACE DARLING'S







ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes

Like harebells bathed in dew,
Of cheek that with carnation vies,

And veins of violet hue;
Earth wants not beauty that may scorn

A likening to frail flowers;
Yea, to the stars, if they were born

For seasons and for hours.



Through Moscow's gates, with gold unbarred,

Stepped One at dead of night,
Whom such high beauty could not guard

From meditated blight;
By stealth she passed, and fled as fast

As doth the hunted fawn,
Nor stopped, till in the dappling east

15 Appeared unwelcome dawn.


Seven days she lurked in brake and field,

Seven nights her course renewed,
Sustained by what her scrip might yield,

Or berries of the wood;
At length, in darkness travelling on,

When lowly doors were shut,
The haven of her hope she won,

Her Foster-mother's hut.


To put your love to dangerous proof

I come,” said she, “ from far;
For I have left my Father's roof,

In terror of the Czar."
No answer did the Matron give,

No second look she cast,
But hung upon the Fugitive,

Embracing and embraced.



She led the Lady to a seat

Beside the glimmering fire,
Bathed duteously her wayworn feet,

Prevented each desire:-
The cricket chirped, the house-dog dozed,

And on that simple bed,
Where she in childhood had reposed,

Now rests her weary head.


When she, whose couch had been the sod,

Whose curtain pine or thorn,
Had breathed a sigh of thanks to God,

Who comforts the forlorn;
While over her the Matron bent

45 Sleep sealed her eyes, and stole Feeling from limbs with travel spent,

And trouble from the soul.


Refreshed, the Wanderer rose at morn,

And soon again was dight
In those unworthy vestments worn

Through long and perilous flight;
And “O beloved Nurse," she said,

My thanks with silent tears
Have unto Heaven and You been paid:

Now listen to my fears !



“ Have you forgot"-and here she smiled

“The babbling flatteries
You lavished on me when a child

Disporting round your knees?
I was your lambkin, and your bird,

Your star, your gem, your
Light words, that were more lightly heard

In many a cloudless hour!



“The blossom you so fondly praised

Is come to bitter fruit;
A mighty One upon me gazed ;

I spurned his lawless suit,
And inust be hidden from his wrath :

You, Foster-father dear,
Will guide me in my forward path;

I may not tarry here!



I cannot bring to utter woe

Your proved fidelity."-
Dear Child, sweet Mistress, say not so!

For you we both would die.”
“Nay, nay, I come with semblance feigned

And cheek embrowned by art; Yet, being inwardly unstained,

With courage will depart.”


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