Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-12-15

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For the Herald.
THE STORM,
OR, POWER OF SINCERE PRAYER.
One day the wiEds 80 ragel
There was no pathway on the ocean leil--
Precipitous as broken cltaracts, :,
saw q shroulless barque that stagger = on
+ From wave DO wave, like drunkenness.
, Upon aslight and shining day, .a4osad s,s
Aberque set oui to skim the deep, as /
] And dip along tho laughing spray,
3 ss Where the wild winds their virgiis keep.
~ The crew was small-ay, only two-- q: =
ll's A full grown, seaman, hale and strong, ~
His son, sailor boy. in. blue, $3.50 49,.
80 OF slender make, and full Of song!
The sky was Of cerulean light,
=. The waters Of the ocean leapI,
! And iewelsof most brilliant bright,
u Made up the ippIes as they peep'd!
Thus sailing on, in gladstone glee,
With buoyant hearts, devoid Of care,
The veriest pictures Of the free,
n And thoughtIess as the winsomc ar.
Anon.a spcck Of sombre cast,
Was seen to mingle in the blue;
And Ger the tranquil waters vast, a
saYs A shadow dark and dismal grew!
Which, noticed BY. the sailor young
r. He to his father softly spake,
And answering, from his black eye flung,
The sole response, he deign'd to make
Till will wild wind came rushing by,
And murky clouds sprang up quite fast:
The youthful sailor heas'd sigh!
And said, ooh father, will it last"
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al fear, my son, mighty gale,
Is how ring round old Neptunes breast;'
The sailor boy now colord pale,
And eyes upon his father press'd.
A moments calm succeeded now,
-G Which always fingers by the storm; ~
And .landsmen know full well trow,
Cold weather always follows warn!
As bright prospe rity succeeds,
Adversely battalion'd force:
As omens always do proceed
Foretell mans destiny and course!
All these. are past! the ight'ning's glance,
Meanders quickly through the skies
And on the bending most they dance
Dazzling the sailors flashing eyes.
Jack, sit you STILL" the father cried,
"The helm and sail ~ guard together"
As dash'd upon the waters wide,
The walnut shelp was like feather!
Ali twas fearful time with Jack:
"Father," he cries, ''we'rc lost, we're lost !:
We're on the wild, tumutuous track
And by the boiling pillows tossd!'
Jack do not fret -you--do not grieve,
Be ftout and reso!ute, say
The gale will hush, and believe,
We're safe, if you will only PRAY!
Down OF, his plant knees the youth
Fell in the bottom of the shell,
And offer'd up a flow Of truth,
'Twere vanity for me to tell
Suffice it, twas all anxious prayer,
To HIM who swings tie rolling world +!
And mingled up, with hope and fear,
Pure as the pillows, as they curld
The mas. then gave beneath the blast
Hurrd high in air. and splinter'd too!
The tatter'd sails in fragments pass'd,
Andin the boist'rous tempest few!
Then suddenly the wind stood still,
The waves were .lull'd in calm repose,
And tiny ripples, as a rill
They gently fell they gently rose!
The clouds were scatter'l in the air.
And the bright sun hurst forth again,
To dissipate the sailors care
And free the bosom rack'd with pain
The lightning beams were seen no more,
The thunder in quiescence hush'd-
As the proud barque rubb'd the shore!
And tears from sailors, ,cornn!y gush'd'
'af w. LIS.
GAMBLrNo.-An old ruined gamester, in
lopes 10 make prey Of a young gen,le.
nan that came 10 town with his pockets
ull of money, took him to a gaming.
louse, and there to encourage him TO play
hewed him several topping marks thai
we're born to no fortune. who. by play
lad purchased grea, estates. and lived in
,omp and splendor, by success in sha
ling their elbows.
you show me- said the young gentle
nan .lhe inners but l pray what ha.
become Of the losers!' To which the OH