THE PAIN OF UNCERTAINTY. Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan, Or hast been summoned to the deep, My apprehensions come in crowds; Beyond participation lie My troubles, and beyond relief: If any chance to heave a sigh, 261 WORDSWORTH. THE SAILOR'S LOVE OF HIS MOTHER. I LOVE contemplating, apart From all his homicidal glory, The traits that soften to our hearts "Twas when his banners at Boulogne His They suffered him, I know not how, His eye, methought, perceived the flight Of birds, to Britain half-way over, With envy-they could reach the white Dear cliffs of Dover. At length, when care had banished sleep, He saw one morning, dreaming, doating, An empty hogshead on the deep Come shoreward floating THE SAILOR'S LOVE OF HIS MOTHER. He hid it in a cave, and wrought Alas! it was a thing beyond Description; such a wretched wherry Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond, Or crossed a ferry. 263 For ploughing on the salt sea-field From neighbouring woods, he interlaced The French guard caught him on the beach, Till tidings of it came to reach With folded arms Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger, And, in his wonted attitude, Addressed the stranger. "Rash youth, that would'st yon channel pass "I have no sweetheart," said the lad: To see my "And so thou shalt," Napoleon said: He gave the tar a piece of gold, And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scantly shift CAMPBELL. "'TIS A WILD NIGHT AT SEA." 265 ""TIS A WILD NIGHT AT SEA." A MAIDEN looked from a lattice pane And her gaze was fixed with earnest strain She knew that he who had won her soul And she clutched at every thunder roll He had promised he would sail no more He had talked of a cottage on the shore, They had loved each other many a year, She had reckoned the days his ship must be near- An old crone passed the lattice pane, "GOD help us all!" quoth she; ""Tis bad on the mountain, but worse on the main— 'Tis a wild night at sea!" |