Del. FRIDAY, sEPTEMBEE 80, 1925.

from The National jou,nal
THE SAILOR coy.
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ILEsr be the Sailor who rides on the ocean,
Where dark waves of danger roll frously by;
Blest be his bosom whenever in motion,
And best be the country for which he shall die.
Blest be the friend who will sing of his glory,
And blest be those parents who weep at his fall
Blest be the histry, that loud tells his Story,
And blest be his dear grave. far dcaler Than all.
Blest be the waters his bones that ensliroud,
Till a voice from the Heavens shall bid them alsc,
And they, like white and beautiful cloud,
Are waited by Angels to live in the skies.
And blest be the Bard, who, with Tyre insprd,
Will sing of sallor sailor more;
Whose breast with devotion for county was fir'd
And whose soul has escap'd to eternity shore.
But cursd be that being who never weep,
For the fate of mariner, noble and brave;
Whose home the Heavens, whose grave is the deep,
And whose blood fell in torrents and crmsond the
Sleep, Sailor Boy, sleep, Columba's Young Bard
Has offered these rhymes a tribute TO thee,
Let the bleak wind of Cens,re blow ever so hard,
And roll as it may Emulaon's wide sea.


WASHINGTON BARD.