THE PERILs OF THE DEEP
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There's death upon the waters, wind and


storm,
Wal, not for those who sail upon the deep
The proud waves dash above the noble form,
The loy'd, the honored, rests where many


sleep.


Upon some distant shore mother sighs,
That he, the treasure Of her lonely heart;
May never come to close her dying eyes,
Or view the last faint breath of life depart.
For she had hoped that he who fondly twined
Around her neck in childhood's brightest


bloom,


Would come to view her lifeless form en-


shrined,


In calm repose, within the silent tomb.
Perchance wife, beside her lonely hearth.
Mourns for the iootstep. she no more may


hear,


Although with grief, her form is bowed 10


earth,
She lifts her eye, suffused with sorrows tear,
Clasping the infant sleeper to her breast,
In oil her mingled tenderness and wo
Exclaims, "A blight upon our path must rest,
& Yet, 'tis my Fathers will, it must be so'
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