Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1859-12-07
SONG OF TEE NORTH.

/ A"ay, away! cfled the stout Sir John,
while the blossoms are on the trees:
For the summer is short, and the time speeds
on,
As We sail for the Northen Seas
Ho! gallant Crozier, and brave Fitz Jamesl
We will startle the world, trow,
When We find a way through the Northen Seas
| That never was found till nowI
stout good ship is the 'EreLus,
AS ever unfurled sail,
And the Terror will match with as brave one
As ever outrode gale"
So they bid farewell to their pleasant homes,
To the hills and valleys green,
With three hearty cheers for their native isle,
And three for the English Queen.
They sped them away beyond cape and bay,
Where the day and night are one
Where the kissing light in the heavens are
bright,
And famed like a midnight sun.
There was nought below save the fields of snow,
That stretched from pole to pole;
And the Esquimaux in his strange canoe,
Was the only living SOUL
Along the coast, like giant host,
The glittering icebergs frowned,
Or they met on the main, like battle plain,
And crashed with fearful soundi
The seal and the bear, with curious stare,
Looked down from the frozen heights;
And the stars in the skies. with great wild eyes,
Peered out from the Northen Lights.
The gallant Crozier, and the brave Fitz James,
And even the stout Sir John,
Felt doubt like a chill, thro' their warm
hearts thrill,
As they urged the good ships on.
They sped them away, beyond cape and bay,
Where even the tear-drops freeze;
But no way was found, by strait or sound,
To sail through the Northern Seas;
They sped them away, beyond cape and bay,
And they sought, but they sought in vainl
For no way was found through the ice around ,
To return to their homes again.
But the wild waves rose, and the waters froze,
Till they closed like a prison wall;
And the icebergs stood, in the silent flood,
Like jailers grin and tall
Oh, Godi Oh, God,-it was hard to die
In that prison-house of ieeI
For what was fame, or mighty name,
When life was the fearful prieel
The gallant Crozier, and the brave Fitz James,
And even the stout Sir John.
Had a secret dread, and their hopes all fled,
As the weeks and months Passed on.
Then the Ice King came, with his eyes of
flame,
And looked on the fated crew;
His chilling breath, was as cold as death,
And it pierced their warm hearts throughl
A heavy sleep. that was dark and deep,
Came over their weary eyes;
And they dream'd strange dreams of the hills
and streams,
And the blue of their native skies.
The Christmas chimes, of the good old times,
- ANeiu III Sacn w lh5 ear
And the darling feet, and the voices sweet,
OF their wives and children dearl
But 1t faded edaway-away-away
Like a sound on distant shore:
And deeper and deeper came the sleep,
Till they slept to wake no morel
Oh, the sailors wife and the sailors child;
They weep, and watch, and pray;
And the Lady Jane, she will hope in vain,
As the long years pass away!
The gallant Crozier, and the brave Fitz James,
And the good Sir John have found
An open way to quiet bay,
And port where all are boundl
Let the waters roar on the ice bound shore,
That circles the frozen pole;
But there is no sleep, and no grave so deep,
That can hold the human soul.