The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1888-06-21
NM. Mate.

NlA's Mate.
BY HEZEkIAu 81 TTERwoRTI.
The tide runs strong, and the sea grows dark,
ffark ye, Pilot
Cling-clang-cling
Tic night wind freshcns and drives the bark
(ClingN
The sluggish fog horns ill the air.
And fittul is the heacon's glare
And near u lie- an island bare,
Hank ye, bark ye
(Clng-clang-cli
"puet lad. lis the bell buoy tolls
y the heavy sea beneath it rolls,
Tie lights are bright on the long sea wall.
know the reefs where the breakers fall,
And know where there are no rocks at all.
But the isle is black. without shoals OF sands
Ilarh Ic bark We,
-clang-cling
AMI hack Oh the rock the beacon stands.
Cling
And the bell buoY's voice has warning tone
Aud lares the light on the pile of stone,
W hat makes the isle 50 black and lone:
Hank yc. bark ye.''
-clang-cling
- hat i>land boy, was once fresh an, green,
The tairest isle in the harDor seen.
lis the ghost OF an isle that va Wonder see.
NOW the bell strikes one now the bell strikes II rec
AHd the hisht shades fail, and the wind blows free
"1AC trees are gone, the fields, the shore,
md the heron comes to the reef no more.
y sea g4l! wing to the rock dips down,
IL,
Npt boat st"l.s there from port town
"i,o yeu know the rocks Of ti4e reft sea WALL
Iink ". Pilot.
tClng-clang- cling
81 Know where there are 10 rocks at all
Then, Pilot, we're safe, tell to me
the tale of this Isle on the haunted sea-
While the bell strikes one and the bell strike.
lIark yc, ';lk ye'"
g-clang-cling:)
Listen, hoy. the tide runs fast
Where the green Isle lay in the years long past.
There once gibbet the moon siione through,
And IL iron frames the high winds blew
Here the crimes OF the sea received their due.
""ll Nix was a CAPTAIN hard and bold,
And he realcd tie sea and gathered gold;
lie gathered gold, but windy night
lht't ioui' hlnl lead meath the gunWale light,
AND hi mate stood near him, dumb and white.
And his mate they scizcd,-a young sailor. he
And charged him with murder upon the sea.
And they brought him here where the island lay
Nhe.c the gihbe: rose Ger the windy bav:
iWas more than hundred years to-day"
80 Pilot, rilot how dark it grows.
Hank ve, bark ye.
-clang-cling'}
Across tine bay the fog wind blows.
The beacons turn in the fog clouds dlear
AMI my lead Is dulle'i with namcess fear;
They did not hang that sailor here:
link We, marx yc
(Clins-ciang- clingD
"ilcre lay the ship, AMI the island there,
AHt the -t!n ON the summer oaks shone fair
And they took him there mid the chains to die
And be @aZed on the green shores far and nigh
Then turned his face to the open sky.
''.lnd he said, Great Heaven, receive NV PRAYER
The shores are green and the isles are fair
To my guiltless life my witness he
Let the green isle die mid the Sobn- sea.
And the sailors see it, and pity me.
IN her OIL matched cottage my mother will spin
And dream of her boy on the coast of Ivnn
or watch from hcr door meath the linden tree:
. Heaven, Just Heaven, my witness he,
iet the island beneath sink into the sea.
i-ot ii waste let it waste in the moaning waves
y IN ~ Wlthcrcd oaks and its pirates graves,
III It lie on the waters black and bare,
The ghost u1 an isle, mid the islands fair
W here bells shall toll and beacons glare,
"!le died, and the island shrank each wear,
Inc green trees withered, the grass grew sere
And the rock itself turned black and bare
Ani lul1d hcacons rose in air.
And the Leil buoy rings forever there.
Tho bell buoy rings in the moaning sea-
Altt 1t hoW strikes one and it now strikes three