All in vain the watchman numbers, God must watch while Israel slumbers; By thy mercy and thy might, Lend us, Lord, a happy night. Hark ye, neighbours! hear the hour; Say, doth thine the good fruit yield? 73 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. It was the schooner Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea, And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That оре in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow, Then up and spoke an old sailor, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, Last night the moon had a golden ring, The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, Colder and colder blew the wind, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church bells ring; what may it be?" O say, ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" And he steered for the open sea. “O father! I hear the sound of guns; O say, what may it be? "Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light; But the father answered never a word, Lashed to the helm all stiff and stark, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be, And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, And fast through the midnight, dark and drear, And ever the fitful gusts between It was the sound of the trampling surf, The breakers were right beneath her bows, And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, At daybreak, on the bleak sea beach To see the form of a maiden fair The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, Such was the wreck of the Hesperus In the midnight and the snow; Christ, save us all from a death like this, 74 THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. It was a summer evening, Old Caspar's work was done, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. 1 Blenheim, fought between the French and Bavarians on the one side, and the English, with their allies, under Marlborough, on the other. Marlborough won a great victory. It took place August 18th, 1704. Blenheim is in Bavaria. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large and smooth and round. Old Caspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant2 by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh— "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, “I find them in the garden, for And often, when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out; "Now tell us what 'twas all about," "It was the English," Caspar cried, * expectant, looking wistfully. 3 rout, flight, in disorder. |