The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-06-17

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SCENE AT SEA.
BY MARY IRVING.
He had been sinking all the day
And when the sun was waning.
Death froze to stiffness ON his lip
The moan of low complaining.
He was stranger. on whose cheek
The rose of death was glowing,
Whom FIRST no sought the spicy isle
Whore balmiest winds arc wooing.
The worn and weary wanderer
From fatal frost-winds flying,
To rost, and dream the dream of hope,
Even in tho hour of dying
He woke--to hear the knsll of dreams
Tho sky was fair above HIM
But oh in all that stranger world
There was not one to lovo him
A call, from his foraker homo,
Came on tho westwinds signing;
His faint heart leaped to greet it, though
He knew that he was dying,
Oh but TO lean his head o,ce more
Upon his mothers bosom
~ .l.a.o liz ln,~ In al alaan hanaath
0hiOs clover blossom!
Twas thus wo took the sufferer on
Our cherries ocean dwelling
He was stranger-but not long
To hearts Of human feeling
He turned his eye from sea to sky,
In faint and fevered motion;
"oh Only take me homo to die
cannot rest in ocean -
Il MAST not lie whore waves dash high,
And dark. and cold, above me.
And never tear drops on my grave,
From any eyes that love me :"
But when the second sun went down,
His lip was doAe with fever;
His weary heart had heaved its last
Had found its homo-forever
Twas kind to keep his latest wish,
When he was done With wishes
When grumbling sailors murmured low
Aye toss him to tho fishes !"
They pointed to tho coal-black cloud
Slow gathering Ger the heaven
TOO much on board to bide q blow.
GOOD angels, guard this even"
Our captain sparned the subtle chain
OF senseless superstition;
There was more kindness in the man
Than struck strangers vision
"'Tis but whim--yet he shall lilo
Beside bis buried father.
A favor to dying man
Brings no ono fouler weather.
The sun won't down; the storm came up;
Red flashed the lurid lightning;
Tho foam -nocked pillows. underneath
Inc hor'n-~'n' o''s'"' "''' '''s"'s"'''s'
w. aronnod sro,, vsve to v.wninv wave
Oar STRUGGLING bark immer.ine;
In tho brief bushes OF the blast,
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The vhirlvipd swept with angry wines
The pleased stars from heaven,
On. se'dom suon sno'nor h'g"''
10 mariners " gwen
An III, 49,, .,,,,u In d,own;n .,..n
70 swsv,no sl.onlo.. ni,,ow,
And morning brought no oil oil peace
To pour upon the Diiows'
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with hoarse, deep yr'ad-murmured call
The dead man cose demanding
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he heard tho voice Of wave TO wave,
In shnnder uftorancc speaking
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Wo to the will that Hampers with
The angry Oceans hunger
Low" ~ 'n' '''pe', .a'' '"A' '"""
Wen lay, with. tempest lullaby,
Our victim 70 his pillow !"
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The mAsts that in It's giant grasp
Were shivcrlng and shricking
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T, ,,rnsd 70 Oceans maddened wave,
And .noks IN ,rumnet.tone
Ahovo thsi, tom NOS. -r;ot--.,ps.ce,
Ths deed !. NOT your own,
"A sisters SODA mothers prayer
Uuon his household hearth
The latest sigh that shook his breast
Have won him back for Earth
lie silent ocean sun US mins
His guide and guard to be
lie yet shall sleep where kindred weep
Beneath his boyhood' trss''