The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-10-03
THE CABIN ON THE sEAsHoRE.



Dedicated TO the ~. 5. LVe-Sdrihg corps."l
.sHo, laos, the winds moan strangely deep to
The waves In thunder roar,
leaning and shifting in their savage might,
where the cliff meets the shore;
Our stronghold built in sheltered clett Oh rock,
Half cabin and half cave, ,.,
OF gust and angry wave
.A,a ont upon the reef = the treacherous reef,
Scarce noted when the breeze
So gently from the sea but stirs ieAt- -
Now break the 'whelm ng seas;
And oft there seems wall upon the blast,
As twere a cry OF pain
OF some spent swimmer ere he sinks at last
Beneath the stormy main.
..Our Ioyly roof how dashed by the fierce rain
That beats the trembling door, r.. b
And patters on the single fearful pane
That looks on sea and shore;
OF God have pity tor those on the sea, r..
Only Thy hand can save
From the wild storm which howls remorselessiy,
To make the deep grave.
''Hark, lads, is that gun which seems to sound
WARRIOR has some huge rock lett the elm,
To strike the beach below with muffied boundy
Upl lads, ii seems far out upon the reef:
There goes a signal light twas not the glare
OF the red lightning for alas tits blue;'
God pity them and u.s. for sheer despair
Can aid alone TO save that drowning crew.
aQuick mother, put candle at the pane,
To let the poor souls know that help is nigh;
The lantern! ropes these may be all in vain,
But with Gods help, we'cannot see them die;
And now join hands, thus each lad, true and
Rtaunch, W ~ WwF' ~
May breast the wind ana spray until we reach
The little cove where we our boat may launch
Beyond the waves which there less lash the
beach,"
gun and light once more the dark cliffs greet,
And tall ship now flashes on the sight,
Stranded upon the Lizards back, where beat
The murderous waves with all their awful
might, ura
And heard between the gusts Is woman's cry,
Through all the roar of battling waters borne,
As the light craft scarce meath backenei sky,
Starts TO the rescue on that hope forlorn.
The day is breaking as they launch their boat,
And the huge waves less madly toss and roar
As the small bark. once fairly set ahoat.
Struggles beyond the breakers near the shore.
Now, lads, once more. you see there Is a lull-
Pull for your lives to gain the good ships lee
Give way, my lads another stronger pull,
Wen reach where breaks less fercely the reused
sea.
~why, it's the Madras there is Captain Berne;
His gray head. beaten by the wind and spray;
He signals TO us now to come astern.
While the poor crew but stretch their hands and
pray.
Hard your starboard oars! these cross seas
come,
Boiling in wrath, as If to swamp us now;
Hard on your oars keep head to sea. doom
Awaits us, spite of all that strength may do.
"Avastl hold hard there comes a buoy and rope
lifeline from the breaking ship. and now
Here comes woman-God be prasedl Well hope
To save them ALL Pray lift her genty-so
And now a child; poor thing, the voyage of life
Has tost him rudely whilst the wild winds raved;
The fair hair drenched the small hands cenched
in strife
With the dark waters whence he's scarcely saved
"The tall ship lurches TO her fate, but still
Hold bravely, lads the lines the bridge from
fate,
And here they come seven souls enough 10 fill
Our cockle-shell to the gunwales at this rate;
Wear round before that lurch to port again:
Her day is done. And now pull for the shore.
OF hats and bail, lest all our risk prove vain
Another sea like that, our voyage is o'er."
With head TO shore. the overladen craft
Stagger past caverns in the frothing sea.
That yawn and threaten death, and close abaft
Crowd the hoarse pillows cheated of their prey:
Shuddenngy that crew glance back where one vast
surge
Lifts their sea home to crush il in tn embrace
Ger the lost ship, which sinks. to leave trace,
Save floating spars and planks, the sad debris
OF the swift thing which erst by life seemed
stirred,
Which yesterday was monarch of the sea-
Swimming the pillows like some ocean bird;
Yet, AZ he might at last, with broken wing,
Perish in tempests on some fatal shore.
So crushed and broken, do the waters fling
That proud bark on the rocks, to sail no more,
Softlyl-they near the Observation-Disclosures now
They're holding hard to mount the steep waves
crest.
To onward plunge, TO rise again and bow
Before the believing surges' maddened quest;
A moment more the keel CRATES on the strand.
THEY'RE sayedi they've escaped from where the
breakers rolled;
They bow themselves upon that barren sand.
And grasp its grains as they were shining gold.
CHICAGO, Ill.