The tempest, as its sudden swell With cold and deathlike feelings seem'd Beside that couch his brother's form, "I bade thee with a father's love He started up, each limb convulsed With agonizing fear: He only heard the storm of night,— 'Twas music to his ear. When, lo! the voice of loud alarm He rose in haste, beneath the walls It hemm'd him round, 'twas midnight now, He heard the shout of joy, for now "My boat is small," the boatman cried, .66 "Twill bear but one away; Come in, Lord William! and do ye Strange feeling fill'd them at his voice, That, save their lord, there was not one But William leapt into the boat, His terror was so sore; Thou shalt have half my gold!" he cried, The boatman plied the oar, the boat The boatman paused: "Methought I heard "Twas but the howling wind of night," Lord William made reply; Haste!-haste!-ply swift and strong the oar! Haste!-haste across the stream!" Again Lord William heard a cry, Like Edmund's drowning scream. "I heard a child's distressful voice," The boatman cried again. "Nay, hasten on!-the night is darkAnd we should search in vain!" And, oh! Lord William, dost thou know And canst thou, without pitying, hear How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream, To stretch the powerless arms in vain, The shriek again was heard: It came And near them they beheld a child, A little crag, and all around K The tempest, as its sudden swell With cold and deathlike feelings seem'd Reluctant now, as night came on, Beside that couch his brother's form, "I bade thee with a father's love 66 He started up, each limb convulsed With agonizing fear: He only heard the storm of night,'Twas music to his ear. When, lo! the voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals; What, ho! Lord William, rise in haste! The water saps thy'walls!" He rose in haste, beneath the walls He saw the flood appear; It hemm'd him round, 'twas midnight now, No human aid was near! He heard the shout of joy, for now "My boat is small," the boatman cried, .66 "Twill bear but one away; Come in, Lord William! and do ye 66 Strange feeling fill'd them at his voice, That, save their lord, there was not one But William leapt into the boat, His terror was so sore; Thou shalt have half my gold!" he cried, The boatman plied the oar, the boat The boatman paused: "Methought I heard "Twas but the howling wind of night," Lord William made reply; Haste!-haste!-ply swift and strong the oar! Haste!-haste across the stream!' Again Lord William heard a cry, Like Edmund's drowning scream. "I heard a child's distressful voice," The boatman cried again. "Nay, hasten on!-the night is darkAnd we should search in vain!" "And, oh! Lord William, dost thou know And canst thou, without pitying, hear "How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream, To stretch the powerless arms in vain, The shriek again was heard: It came And near them they beheld a child, A little crag, and all around K The boatman plied the oar, the boat "Now reach thine hand!" the boatman cried, The child stretch'd forth his little hands, the hand he gave― To grasp Then William shriek'd; the hand he touch'd A heavier weight than lead! The boat sunk down, the murderer sunk He rose, he shriek'd -no human ear The Mariners of England. YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas! Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Southey. |