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35 Literary Gazette, 10th September, 1825, Page 589

ORIGINAL POETRY. THE WRECK.

moonlight fell on the stately ship; It shone over sea and sky; And there was nothing but water and air To meet the gazing eye.

Bright and blue spread the heaven above, Bright and blue spread the sea; The stars from their home shone down on the wave, Till they seemed in the wave to be.

With silver foam like a cloud behind, That vessel cut her way; But the shadow she cast, was the sole dark thing That upon the waters lay.

With steps of power, and with steps of pride, The Lord of the vessel paced The deck, as he thought on the waves below, And the glorious heaven he faced.

One moment's pause, and his spirit fell From its bearing high and proud— But yet it was not a thought of fear, That the seaman's spirit bow'd:

For he had stood on the deck when washed With blood, and that blood his own; When the dying were pillowed upon the dead, And yet you heard not a groan—

For the shout of battle came on the wind, And the cannon roar'd aloud; And the heavy smoke hung round each ship, Even like its death shroud.

And he had guided the helm, when fate Seemed stepping every wave, And the wind swept away the wreath of foam, To show a yawning grave.