MY FATHERS AT THE HELM
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MY FATHERS At THE Helm.
Twas when the sea, with awful roar,


A little bark assail'd,
And pallid Fears distracting power


Ger each on board prevail'd
Save one, the captains darling child,


Who steadfast view'd the storm;
and cheerful, with composure smiPd


At Dangers threat'ning frown.
'Why sporting thus" a seaman cried,
"While terrors overwhelm"
|'Why yield to fear" the boy replied
"Afy futher's at the helnl."