The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1897-09-03

InIl tossed Oh SldllL
pillows, rode
A playthins Of the storm.
tier White sails rent are streaming high
Against the frowning skies;
ANA where the deep goes Whlrlrg by
Her fallen banner lies.
She reels, she plunges, bounds, recedes,
And now her towering mast
Bows meekly down. like Bonded reeds,
Before the mighty blast.
Hark! hark!-a wall. a fearful cry
10 land the strong winds bear;
In every tone is agony.
In every note despair!
Death hovers round that barque Of doom,
He fingers for his prey:
And meath his feet a yawning tomb
The parting waves display.
They rear their foam-crests high: that
crowd
or living men they crave:
And shall they in their watery sllroud
Enfold the good, the brave
Oh, who shall snatch them from the
brink
Where ruins open wide?
The boldeSt landSmen shuddering shrink
10 stem the awful tide.
Ear. Tar away upOn the shore
A simple maiden stands;
Snatched from a boat, a slender oar
Lies in her folded hands.
Each rude breeze, as it hurries by,
Filings back her clustering hair:
While flashes from her earnest eye
A hope that Scorns despair. a
My father! shall that barQue,'' she cries,
Go down in yonder sea?
In vain for aid those prayers arise?
1t must not, cannot be!
unmoor the boat! away, away!
L will not linger here;
This is no season for delay.
No time for doubt and fear.
L would be gone; my father, dare,
With me to succor fly,
To save yon helpless victims there,
10 brave The food or die?
A few brief moments, and each tongue
The choking wave shall hush;
And, where those cries and groans have
rung.
Overwhelming waters rush
Heed. heed that wall Of deep distress
TO US the tempest bears;
On, let us prize our lives the less
Perchance to rescue theirs!
Fear not for me; my hand is strong,
My heart is stronger still; =.
And God, to HON those. waves belong,
Can quell them at His will"
She ceased; her sire, inspired, unlashed
The boat, and seized the oar,
And fearless Ger the pillows dashed.
Ihat laved the sheltering shore.
There stood an angel bright beside
The maiden at the helm;
He stayed the flood, He soothed the tide,
Nor dare a WaV O'erWhelm.
She Gazed upon the skies above.
The lightning's blazing path,
With holy faith and hope and love.
mat aWed the stOrm-gOd's wrath:
And safe they reached the sinking wreck,
Where raging tempest's. blew,
And bore from off her briny deck
Her pale, despairing crew.
Then swiftly through the breaking foam
The quivering boat scuds back,
And bears her burden safely home.
Ihough death is on the track.
Onhurt by wine and storm and wave.
Upon the beaten strand,
Ihe rescued from a watery grave
with loud thanksgiving stand.
How felt she then, that noble one,
Whose aid deliverance wrought.
Ana ere distinctions work was done.
The ark was safely brought.
Compassion's tears had ceased to flow.
Her beating heart was stilled;
A JOY as sweet as angels know
Her pure, young spirit filled.
passed; a glorious need of fame
Time to the maiden bore;
And thousands breathed her hal,owad
name
Unheard, unknown before.
She cared not for the great worlds nraise
Still Natures artless child:
n shrank from admiration's gaze.
A spirit undefiled.
But vain are wreaths to bind her brow.
Or songs sweet tributes given:
The worlds applause she needs not now
Grace Darling is in heaven!
ehe hath reward-the robe, the crown.
The harp of heavenly tone,
The smiles of God. the high renown
OF those aroun the throne.
And while its rest her spirit takes
In that pure, blissful sphere,
Her deeds of noble daring makes
Her name immortal here.
The muse of England's poets, fired,
Shall watt it Ger her main,
And transatlantic bards, inspired.
Roll back the deathless strain.
Amanda M. Edmond.
Battle Scene Pictured in a Tomb.
On n of the walls of a tomb re-
Gently discovered in Egypt by Profess
sor Flinders Petrie, is pictured a battle
anterior in date to anything yet