The Portland daily press., 1881-01-01
POETRY.
The Wreck Of the Sparrow.

(At Sea-
Hold her head to the sea with hand strong and
steady,
Ny boy oaken hearted!
Let her drift to the lee, and cofans ready,
For sharp are the rocks, and the currents are
heady
And both masts have started.
Aye, Hold her will while my hand wheel can
master,
skipper far sighted!
But the wind pipeth shrill and the snow fallsth
faster,
And the waves named with ice, e'er more madly fly
past her,
Like horses afrigh.ed
True. But say, did you see, the snow began
falling
Hold her man, strong and steady!-
Where loomed Scatari, with the mists round ter
crawling!
Why thought that by this we to key would be
hauling,
And supper all ready.
Aye. Aye, And no doubt that your goodwife is
tending
skipper unfearing
The light now about-for see! 1t is sending
Straight hiher its beams to the gloom ever lending
warmth which Is cheering.
And Mary, too, whyl Of her name you seem chary,
o lad fckle hearted!
I'd have waged by the sigh and the glances 80 wary
You gave her 'srewhile, that her name you would
carry
twelvemonth, parted
So srsth hea to the sea and the night darby falling,
The Sparroo vds lying:
Hith drir TO the lee, Therc the bilious uere
brotclinq,
Round ledges ,ohich shot from abysscs appalling,
Lnd half her shrouds flying.
saias Mark, stu the scind phets its teeth Ike
adder,
Asd strikes to the ntdrror.
Ind The sno,c beats one blind, and the mad ,copes
ero1c madder;
Lad the CLEAN Of the light gro,ceh DINNER and sad.
der,
While alec drifts the Sparror,
Whitc on to her doom dritts the staunch schooner
Sparror.
In the L;ghthouse.)
Nov night draweth near. and the snow thickly
falleth,
Ny Mary fair daugh teri
there calleth,
hsseems to my spirit voice which appalleth,
Across the black water.
Sure Of storms coming have oft heard the wall
ing, e
Ny mother, brave hearted!
Nor fear from them won; but my heart must be
ailing,
For, hearing its voice. all my blood seems mo
failing M
And Life from me parted
Say girl. didst thou see. ERE the snow came,
cleaning
Likesails on the water?
Where the sunlight might be throu n rift briefly
Twas the sails of the Sparrow, or, else, was
dreaming,
o Mary, fair daughter!
Surely, something snow white like q dove, saw I
shining,
Far westward, dear mother
Hither bent was its flight, as for shelter 'twere
When the squal came Its coils round about it
entwining,
As il 'twould 1t smother.
throwing,
Ny psllid checked daughter!
Straight 1t where the shine seemed Of sails as
If showing
way Of escape by path ever glowing
Across the black water.
So. all the long night scatched ,ciM patience an-
These sromen, brave hearted
Erer trimming the light, though the sharp sleet en-
mailing
The srindovs might dim It. and, orer the railing,
The mad breakers darted.
Ava : all ths 1opg niobt ,xatcb.i thav honino and
Through love, all abounding:
Ever straining their sight, stranng their hear
ing,
That perchance they might gather some augury
cheering
From terrors surrounding
Some notsam Of hope from disaster surrounding.
ION the Shore.)
How calmly the sun shlneth over the ocean,
Mary, my daughter ts
See the guls one by one nuns haste to devotion,
Histoward the south cove where in tuneful commo-
tion
still heaveth the water.
Aye of morns calm and clear, have oft marked
the besming
Ny mother, but surely,
Never God seemed near as this morn He is seem
ing,
With the holy hushed presence ofspirits redeeming
Ensphering him purely.
Cheer thee up and pray let us quickly be hieng,
Ny daughter sad hearted,
To the cove whore slwsy the gaunt seafowl are
Pray God. that no vessel therein may be lying
With tmbers disparted |
IT, liast IT,
mother ? but mover
A token Of mirth, nor of joyancc remaining.
Like lover just dead, who, his beauty retaining,
Seems fairer than ever.
And death is so STILL and 80 pale, and SO chilling,
o mother: remember!
That strive Is we will, when thought all unwil- |
ling
Approached 1t, surely the blood stoppeth rilling
Like streams in December.
So dorn to the place where the fool ,ccrc crying
Amidst the rank sedges,
Ipoth did they trace, erer stopping and trying
To sce. from a distance u aught might he lying
Along the black lodges.
A. Stopt they spell bound for az they rere turning
a ledge sharp and ndrroU:
They strered around, ,cherc the mad were
churnin1
characters
The same Of the Sparrow,
Or a fragment Of board read the name Of the Spar
ror.
The Chinese Play at the Hay
market.
[Belgravia.l
'T don't know how it is, ,iMeenie," said the
manager gloomily, "but this theatre don't
seem to pay at all. It's complete failure, |
that's what it is. We must strike out some |
thing new and original, with total change |
of scenery, properties and costume
1t was the last night Of the season at the
Crown Princes Theatre, Mayfair. The
beginning his career as a licensed purveyor
of dramatic condiments: and though he had