The weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1878-1881, 1880-05-25

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Stem the tide of sea or river?
To-day thy mother signs for thee,
Calling thee DER the bright blue sea-"
Then Doron said: " l have no fear,
I am not sick, there are none here
Could keep me from my mother dear.
But troubled in sleep, I dreamt the sea
Rose up in pillows over mo,
And mothers face looked all the while
Down on me, with sad, sweet smile.
Thus l was struggling in the sea
When softly you came to waken me.
aareSt mother believes in dreams, you know,
nd once dreamed a dream that did come
true"
Tho from his breast there came a sigh,
For dangers monitors ever nigh,
And the Ill we forsfeel we may not descry:
" Son think of ugly dreams no more,
They are for women to brood DER.
Cheer up, my boy to day be gay;
See! now we sail, away, away"
And now the good ship &c Ocean Breeze"
Well clears her port for open seas;
And now from every cracking mast
All sails are given to the bl ,st;
Now as gaily she skips as the fawn,
So gladdened by the breezy morn;
Or, as a deer by hound pursued,
First from his sylvan solitude,
Reused by the sound Of baying hound,
Springs forth with fleet and easy bound;
New glancing every rise and swell,
Now crossing over hill and dell,
Till some deep cave or cliff is sought
Retreat from hound and hunters shot;
90 UCtl Juo Udfk, -eacu swell dllu WaVc,
Touching, glide DER or smoothly cleave,
Now every shore is left behind,
Safe ride the bark thro' storm and wind:
Now fair the day, the breeze, the main
All hearts are merry and again
The sailors songs rise over the sea;
For jolly q sailors life may be.
But Boron could not join the gay.
He could not sing, nor laugh: nor play;
He gaZed as one who deems that life Is DER
sighed farewell to the last receding shore.
1t was the hour of approaching night,
Far in the west, the orb OF light,
Had kissed the wave and sank to rest;
Still round his couch a mingled crest
Yet shone, of gold and purple fold;
So bright an eve to the sailor told,
AS plain rs signs in the heavens are.
The night would give them every star.
All! Oft the seas prOfOundest calm
To the wary sailor BODIES alarm;
So Oft the sky holds calmest face,
Till just before the storms apacc-
Thatday had been a lovely day;
Still DER the deep q sweet calm lay;
The rosy twilight turned to gray
Star after stars reflected ray
Lit up the vault on high. The deep
Rocked gently the mariner to sleep.
1t was the second watch of night:
The guardsman cries - sheet Of HJht!'"
And DorOn heard-he did NOT sleep
a roll of thunder DER the deep.
Flash on flash, and pillows rise
Like mountains rolling to the skies;
Aid roll on roll the thunders roar,
AS storm had never beat before.
Alas, alas, for ocean BrceZe!'
She may not stand the slrging seas.
Alas, alas, for all on board!
Some cry, some pray. some curse the Lord.
Then right above the tumult out,
Clear rung the captains manly shout:
al hands on deck. to brace and rope:
Steady the helm! There yet is hope"
O, it's a glorious sight to SEE
A strong ship battling with the sea-!
The ship, tho ship Is II living form
When she battles nladly with the storm.
With bowed head she l;t&lleS the main;
She rearS to the crest Of the wave again.
She shakes The spray from her flowing name,
She groans and cries like Il thing in pain.
She carveS her path thro' The narrow ways,
She keeps her course for DAYS and days.
She bears her proudly on the buoyanJ deep
She cradles her wandering child to sleep.
The storm drives OIL the sky is dark
The sails are rent still drives the bark
Thro' storm and night, and glare and main,
As a maddened steed resists the rein.
The Seafoam gives a spect'rous glare
Like ShfOuded witches dancing there.
How awful to brook eternity
Upon the mat. the roaring sea-.
Away from earth, awaiting doom!
Hope holds her light cen DER the tomb:
No dark despair, so deep. so dark.
But hope retains a QuiNcring spark.
Willie nothing but The storm arose.
They still had hope to see its close
50 hour by hour in gloom and grirf.
They wait for light aud hope relief.
Prolonged. unchanged. tho fierce alarm
Brings to the breast at length a calm.
Long the ship stood UP the surging wave,
Like Il brave, brave form resolved to save;
AS a steed long driven rides heavy at last,
She seems weary at l"u-th meath the weight
of her mast.
Again confusion rrigns. Hold! See!
What new disaster can there be:
''Ship'S nc0t, SIR" 'S0H IN .fy hHd."
Thunders the captains quick command.
While to cut the mast is given,
By a thunuerbolt the mast is rivcn.
Christ Naugnt sage from Thee
Who stayed the storm on Galilce
Could save them in that trying hour. -
Stretch forth Thine hand! Hast Thnn not
Alas Thy children call on Thee
Still from the pillows of the sea!
In ahead, SIR The coast is near,
A short-lived hope their hearts to cheer.
Hhd horror n0U? Il h1iUing shock
With a groan she plunges on the rock.
Now all is dark the ships a wreck,
Mad pillows wash her found ring deck.
boron amid that wild alarm,
Was at that eve serensly calm.
Once thro' the thickest of the storm
Again he saw his mothers form
His fathers hand in his he took,
In hopeful accents babe him look;
He saw naught, but DER him stole
A calmer influence of control =
\ moment then mid flashes wild
They knelt AMI prayed-father and riirt
Morn showed nausht to the needless wave.
For all. save one. found there a grave
a place from StOrmS--a quiet sleep.
Down. down. far down neath the waves OF
the deep.
II OCEAN nlRGE.
orIic I'll thy breast as Il child by its mother,
e sought thee IN dangers, carresSed thee IN
love
o charms could allure him TO fancy another
C sleeps in thy cav"rns, thy white waves
above.
sons are like thee; IL thy wrath he is mighty;
ny sons are like thee in thy calm he is mild.
is days have been with tn 81. and for the last :
night he