American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-11-01
FROM cAMPBELL's NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE
THE HOME BOUND SHIP.

The ship VAS homew ard bound--the thrilling cry
OF Land our native iandp from tongue to tongue
Had been proclaimed and hearts were beating high
With hopes wild tumults as its echo iung-
And rapture smiled or wept in many eye,
Whilst in the shrouds aloft the sea boy sung
Snatches Of songs, which bring TO those who roam,
The thoughts of welcome, and ofhome, sweet home!
And gaautly before the favoring gales
She moves i'll all her pride, pageant fair;
The breezes wanton in her swelling sails,
And her gay huttering pennons fan the air
While music is on deck. the dance prevails
And every shape Of gladness reves there
Through the far wasted night, as with her store
of Indian wealth. the vessel nears the shore.
Blu, hark cen now, with awful change Of cheer,
The pillows rave, the giddy whirwinds flow,
And breaks the dismal sound on every ear
OF crashing contact with dread rocks below;
And the wild shrek of agonzing fear,
.'The ship is sinking." in deep tones of woe.
Bursts from the lips of all, with piercing cries
For succor, as the gurglng waters RISE
And hues of death were seen ON every face,
And signs of terror cen among the brave,
And lovers folding in last embrace
The trembling forms of those they could not save
Then for the lowered boats, the frantic race
And desperate struggle while the ocean wave
Grew level with the deck, and kissed the feet
Of those for whom remand not retreat.
From some, with oulcries borne the pillows DER,
There the sob the sigh, the whispered prayer
While others wrapt in silent grefare there,
Who breathed no plant, but gazed upon the shore
With the fix'd glances OF intense despair,
Add thought Of hose they should behold more,
With whom fondly twined each tender tie,
That knits liie's cords, and makes it hard 10 die.
That pause of bitter agony is past,
And the still agltated waters glide
Der the last yestige of the buried mast,
But striving stoutly with the eddying tide.
The greedy pillows, and the roaring blast,
lin furious and tempestuous wrath allied)
And rising DER their mingled might, is seen
A gallant stripping with undaunted mien.
His wdow'd mothers hope, the aid and Joy
OF orphan sisters-on the treacherols main,
With firm resolve, no hardships could destroy,
For these, lfes needless comforts to obtain,
Had early venured this heroic boy,
Deeming all suffering light and terrors vain,
That frownng Fortune sterny might oppose,
To cross the stormy path he nobly chose.
And must that glowing heart be whem'd beneath
The raging waters Of the restless deep!
And that far form untimely child in death,
Unshrouded in its gloomy caverns seep'
Fen now with ainng limbs and aboring breath,
II cureless anguish for his fate, comes DER
His soul, and nerves his fading arm once more.
His rolling eye grows dim, though from the strand,
The fishers cheer him. and, intent TO save,
The life boat launch'd by her determined band
OF dauniless heroes dances DER the wave,
He sees not feels not does not understand,
His own tleverance from watery grave,
Till his fond mothers joyful sch he hears,
And reads his recent peril in her tears