This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 Excerpt: ...O relic of some brother's end, O trophy sad of sailor friend, Speak to me! Be not silent now! 'Tis all I ask of thee that how, --Since never, never from the main Awake the dead to life again--To live thou'lt teach me, and to die; How best to act with peril nigh; LINES TO A HUMAN BONE. How, well to die, but most to live ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 Excerpt: ...O relic of some brother's end, O trophy sad of sailor friend, Speak to me! Be not silent now! 'Tis all I ask of thee that how, --Since never, never from the main Awake the dead to life again--To live thou'lt teach me, and to die; How best to act with peril nigh; LINES TO A HUMAN BONE. How, well to die, but most to live, So that, a steward, I may give Unto the Master good account, A flowing measure, fair amount; That, heeding not what end may come, I patient wait the welcome "Come!" THE GULL ROCK. Down at the winding river's month When the tide has ebbed far out, A long, black rock, from out the sands Raises its smutty snout. And there, bj7 hundreds in the sun When the low tide faintly sings, Come the laughing, chattering, screaming gulls To preen their silv'ry wings. Squatting so closely each to each, That the ledge can not be seen, They perch and gossip cosily, And eat the mussels green. So thickly perches the snowy clan The ledge is a thing of life, And would almost seem to rise and soar Above the billow's strife. 124 THE GULL ROCK. Hour after hour they sit asleep With head beneath the wing, Or else disturb their neighbors all, And scream, and laugh, and sing. They perch in peace, and sun themselves, A gay, harmonious band, Till the laggard tide comes crawling up Across the broad, flat sand, And reaches in its sure advance The ramparts of the rock, And white-tipped, thundering volle3rs belch And smite with shivering shock, And serried lines of waves charge up Like soldiers at a fort, While many a glistening phalanx sweeps, White-plumed, to give support, And reach, and clutch, and flow around, And deluge in their spite, The fortress strong they can not shake With all their skill and might. THE GULL ROCK. 125 Then rise the gulls--a snowy cloud--On ...
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