The Newtown bee., 1898-03-04

between, lay side by side, as if some
unseen heart had shown little pity for
them in the cold waters, three men
whom nobody ever claimed. Portuguese
they might have been, or Norsemen
from the hardy fiords of Scandinavia, or
[celanders perhaps, for we had such
amongst our sailors-we never knew
We reported our grewsome find-gIad
enough to. get away from a scene Of
which we had read in bOoks-and of
which the old captains had told-but too
hard and sad and cruel even for boys
who loved the stories of the marvellous
AND THE BITTER TRAGEDIES OF THE
OCEAN.
1.-THE sea gave up the dead which were
in it,"
Afterward when | read these verses
Of our local poet, l began to perceive
what they meant,
The salt wind blows upon my cheek,
AS it blew year ago,
When twenty boats were crushed among
The rocks OF Norman's Woe
Twas dark then. tits light now,
And the sails are leaning low.
In dreams pull the seaweed DER
And fnd face not mis-,
And hope another tide will be
More plying than this.
The wind turns, the tide turns,
They take what hope there is.
NV life goes on as lite must go,
With all its sweetness spilled.
NV God, why should one heart of two
Beat on when one is stilled.
Thro' heart wreck, thro' home wreck
Thy happy sparrows build.
Tho boats go down. men puild again.
Whatever wind may blow.
If blight be in the wheat one year
They trust again and SOW.
The grief comes. the change comes,
The tides run high and low.
calm,
The summers bloom ana co.
The sea withholds my dead-I walk
The bar when tides are low,
And wonder how the grave grass
Can have the heart to grow
Flow on, 0 unconsenting sea,
And keep my dead below,
The night watch set for me is long,
But through it all, IRnoW
Or life comes or death comes
God leads the Eternal flow.
1t is not very uncommon for the pas
senger on an oceap steamer to see, If he
is observant, some of the unfortunate
men;who have been cast away in the deep
Some vessel has gone,down in the rage Of
the gale and the crew forsaken both OF
ship and of kindly fate, have made the
hopeless plunge with their engulfed
bark.
One such desolate body L saw swiftly
borne past the sides of huge trans
atlantic packet. It was the early morn
ing, and the twilight was still on.
Gorgeous as the sunset is at sea, and
enchanting as are the cloud shapes
that brood on the edge of the evening,
the morning panorama is more glorious
still. The colors are less dazzling, but
the gray and the violet shades tipped on
their cool edges oy the CLEANS of advanC-
ing day, are rarer and more fine. And
the green of heavy sea or the blue OF
quiet swell mingles on the dim horizon
with the glow of the approaching sur
and gives 8 wider range OF hue than is
visible at the close of day. Ii ia finer,
TOO, to see darkness go than is is to see
it come. Light is the King and the glory
of it is it's dawn. He who wishes to have
the most of an ocean voyage begins bis
day early and takes bis bath of sail
atmosphere and bis bath of sunlight to.
gether.
On one such morning, as / WAS leaning
over the rail to catch the first glow Of
day reflected In the dun waters, human
form from which the sailors COSTUME
had not yet been wholly worn away
drffted by. It was only moment, and
it was gone. The sea was giving up It'll
dead. The nameless seaman was making
his report at the morning watch. How
soon the sky loss its morning glow, how
soon the sea became blacker than .
sepulchrel
1sAw OTHER THINGS,
It Is hamlet on the bill, and . mothe,