The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-04-10
THE SONG OF TIE NoRrH

Away. away9 cried the stout Sir John,
While the bA0ssems are on the trees; 81 "
For the summer + short, and the time speeds on
As we sail for the Northern Seas
Ho! gallant Crozler, a1A brave Fitz Jamesl
We will startle the worln / troJy
When we find way through the Northern Seas,
That never found till nt.yI ''
A stout good ship is the Erebns'
AS ever unfurled q sail;
And the Terror will match with a brave one
As ever outrode gale!"
So they babe farewell to their pleasantSomes
To the Mills and valleys green,
With three hearty cheers for their native Me
And three for the English Queen. y
They sped them away beyond cape and bay,
Where the day and night are one
Where the hissing light in the heavens grew
bright
And famed like midnight sun.
There was naught below save the fields of snow,
That stretched to the icy 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 sound.
The seal and the bear, with a curious stare,
Looked down from the frozen heights;
And the stars in the skies, with great wild eyes,
Peered out from the Northern Lights.
The gallant Crozier, and the brave FItz James,
And even the stouI Sir John,
Felt doubt, like chill, through 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 AID bay;
And they sought, but they sought in vain;
For no way was found, through the ice around,
To return to their homes again.
But the wild waves rose, and the water froze,
Till they closed like a prison wall:
And the icebergs stood, in the silent Hood,
Like iailers grim and tall.
o God God it was hard to die
In that prison-house of lce!-
For what was fame, or mighty name,
When life was the fearful price?
The gallant Crozier, and the brave Fltz 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 fame.
And looked on the fated crew;
His chilling breath was as cold as death,
And it pierced their warm hearts through.
A heavy sleep, that was dark and deep,
Came over their weary eyes;
And they dreamed strange dreams of the hills
and streams,
-, And the blue of their native skies;
The Christmas-chimes of the good old times
Were heard in each dying ear.
And the darling feet and the voices sweet
OF their wives and children dear.
But 1T faded Way-away-away-
Like a sound on distant shore;
And deeper and deeper came the sleep,
Till they slept to wake no more.
o 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 Orozier and the brave Fitz James,
And the good Sir John, have found
An open way to quiet bay
And port where all are bound!
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
Lizzie D0ten