Hour after hour crept slowly, Tossed up and down the ship-lights,- And ship to ship made signals; And the captain from her taffrail All night across the waters The tossing lights shone clear; And when the dreary watches Sail on, Three Bells, forever, Type of the Love eternal, As tossing through our darkness John G. Whittier. THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP "Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" Day by day the vessel grew, With timbers fashioned strong and true, Loomed aloft the shadowy hulk! And around it columns of smoke, upwreathing, Rose from the boiling, bubbling, seething Caldron, that glowed, And overflowed With the black tar, heated for the sheathing. And amid the clamors Of clattering hammers, He who listened heard now and then "Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" All is finished! and at length Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength. To-day the vessel shall be launched! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great Sun rises to behold the sight. The Ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold. His beating heart is not at rest; With ceaseless flow, His beard of snow Heaves with the heaving of his breast. He waits impatient for his bride. With her foot upon the sands! Decked with flags and streamers gay, In honor of her marriage day, Her snow-white signals, fluttering, blending, Round her like a veil descending, Ready to be The bride of the gray old Sea. Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand: And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, She starts- - she moves she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, She leaps into the ocean's arms! And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, "Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray; Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms!" She lies within those arms, that press Of tenderness and watchful care! Sail forth into the sea of life, Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State! With all its hopes of future years, Were shaped the anchors of thy hope. Fear not each sudden sound and shock; Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee; Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Are all with thee- are all with thee! -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. BETSY AND I ARE OUT Draw up the papers, lawyer, and make 'em good and stout, "What is the matter," says you? I swan! it's hard to tell! So I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me; There was a stock of temper we both had, for a start; The first thing, I remember, whereon we disagreed, Was somethin' concerning heaven · a difference in our creed; we arg'ed the thing at tea And the more we arg'ed the question, the more we could n't agree. And the next that I remember was when we lost a cow; She had kicked the bucket, for certain the question was only How? - I held my opinion, and Betsy another had; And when we were done a talkin', we both of us was mad. And the next that I remember, it started in a joke; |