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Show THE OLD HULK. AT THE BATTERY. The children played about hlra; on his knees A bipeyed boy of four wit, In mns ' Of wonder, at I he BunllRht in the trees And t tho old tar's tales of other days; Tlio ras glowed 'neath the kiss of ocean sprays, The swelling buds (rave promise to (he breeze; The old man looked across the shining bay And sighed, and this is what he seemed to say: If it be pleasant when the winds hold sway, And waves roll mountain high upon the main Krom the firm land to watch the toiling way Of those who through the storm for harbor strain, Surely that pleasure furthest wore from pain Which not a pang of others could betray -In some snug harbor where old wrecks, like me, Might rest forever from the raging sea! Into that peaceful haven, after storms And the scourged ocean's travail. we'd be towed. Moss covered hulks, now from the oea't alarms Safe sheltered, and the north wind's nruel goad; "Twere sweet no more to fear the waves we rode In peril once, to drink the sunset's charms. And wait the opening of that western deep Where Night comes up to soothe the world to sleep I Sew York World. |