GOD BLESS THE MARINER.
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BY MRS. MARY E. HEWITT. s
Gods blessing on the mariner!
A venturous life leads he
What reck the landsmen Of their toll,
Who dwell upon the sea2
The landsman sits within his home,
His fireside bright and warm;
Nor asks how fares the mariner
All night amid the storm.
God bless the hardy mariner!


A homely garb wears he
And he goeth with rolling gait,
Like ship upon the sea.
He hath piped the loud Gay, ay, sir"
O'er the voices of the main, j.
Till his deep tones have the hoarsness
Of the rising hurricane.
His seems an honest visage


The sun and wind have tanned,
And hard as iron gauntlet


In his broad and slnewy hand.
But oh! spirit looketh


From out his clear blue eye,
With Nulhful, childlike earnestness,
Like an angel from the sky.
A venturous life the sailor leads
Between the sky and sea-
But when the hour of dread is past,
A merrier who than he2
He knows that by the rudder bands
Stands one well skilled to save
For strong hand is the STEERsMAF's
That directs him o'er the wave.