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 The Northumberland Life-Boat

'TIS night, and hark ! the eastern

With fury blows upon the shore

The thunder rolls,—the rain pours

And angry billows madly roar!

Now for poor sailors’ fate falls many a

And many a bofom’s fill'd with anxious

The morn returns—still thunders roar-

Loud blows the wind—the billows

Shall sailors greet their friends on shore

Or see again their much lov’d home

Alas! So dire, so ruthless is the storm,

No chance of safety Hope herself can

A shriek now mingles with the blast

Each sad foreboding proves too true

See, on the rocks a ship is cast,

See, to the rigging clings the crew!