Then should not he speed merrily
Along the deep and dark-blue sea,
With nothing there to fear?
For with his Father at the helm,
No tempests can his bark o'erwhelm,
His sea is safe, his haven near,

For the sailor's life to his God is dear!

MONSELL.

WINDLASS SONG.

HEAVE at the windlass,

Heave O, cheerly men, heave !
Heave all at once with a will!
The tide's quickly flowing,

Our cordage is creaking,

The water has put on a frill.

Chorus-Heave at the windlass, &c.

Once in blue water,

Heave O, cheerly men, heave!

Blow it from north or from south,

She'll stand to it tightly,

And curtsey politely,

And carry a bone in her mouth.

Heave at the windlass, &c.

Short cruise or long cruise,

Heave O, cheerly men, heave!
Jolly Jack Tar thinks it one,
No latitude dreads he of,
White, Black or Red Sea,
Great icebergs or tropical sun.

Heave at the windlass, &c.

One other turn and

Heave O, cheerly men, heave!

Heave and good-bye to the shore !

Our money, how went it?

We shared it and spent it,

Next year we'll come back with some more.

Heave at the windlass, &c.

W. ALLINGHAM.

THE SEA.

THE sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,

It runneth the earth's wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.

I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!

I am where I would ever be ;

With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go;

If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love (oh! how I love) to ride
On the fierce-foaming bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon.
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the south-west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ;
And a mother she was and is to me,
For I was born on the open sea!

The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcomed to life the ocean child!

I've lived since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers a sailor's life,

With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought, nor sighed for change;
And Death, whenever he come to me,

Shall come on the wild unbounded sea!

BARRY CORNWALL.

THE SEA-GULL.

SPRITE of the ocean,
Graceful in motion,

Swift in thy passage from inland to sea,
Oft I in fancy pace

Over thy dwelling-place,

Dear to thy nestlings and precious to me.

Bright in eccentric flight,
Gleaming with purest white,

Floating through ether all buoyant and free,
Raptured I've seen thee swerve

From thy fantastic curve,
Dropping with call-note to sport on the lea.

And on the shore I've stood,
Watching thy snowy brood,

Dip in the silver wave searching for prey;
Then from the surface rise,

Soar to the fleecy skies,

Coo to thy comrades, and hasten away.

EDWARD CAPERN.

PRAYER AT SEA.

O LORD, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,

Our guard when on the silent deck

The nightly watch we keep.

We need not fear, though all around,

'Mid rising winds, we hear

The multitude of waters surge;

For Thou, O God, art near.

The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,

The ocean and the land,

All, all are Thine, and held within

The hollow of Thy hand.

As when on blue Gennesaret

Rose high the angry wave,

And Thy disciples quailed in dread,
One word of Thine could save;

So when the fiercer storms arise
From man's unbridled will,

Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts
To whisper, Peace, be still !'

If duty calls from threatened strife
To guard our native shore,
And shot and shell are answering
The booming cannons' roar;

Be Thou the mainguard of our host
Till war and dangers cease,
Defend the right, put up the sword,
And through the world make peace.

Across this troubled tide of life
Thyself our pilot be,

Until we reach that better land,
The land that knows no sea.

MAN THE LIFE-BOAT.

MAN the life-boat! man the life-boat!
Help, or yon ship is lost!

Man the life-boat! man the life-boat!
See how she's tempest-toss'd!

No human power, in such an hour,
The gallant bark can save;

Her mainmast gone, and, hurrying on,

She seeks her watery grave!

Man the life-boat! &c.

Man the life-boat! man the life-boat!

See the dread signal flies!

Ha!—she has struck, and from the rock
Despairing shouts arise;

And one there stands, and wrings his hands, Amid the tempest wild;

For on the beach he cannot reach

He sees his wife and child!

Man the lifeboat! &c.

Man the life-boat! man the life-boat!

Now ply the oars amain!

Your pull be strong, your stroke be long,
Or all will yet be vain.
Life-saving ark, yon doomed barque
Immortal souls doth bear;

Nor gems, nor gold, nor wealth untold,
But men, brave men, are there.

Man the life-boat! &c.

Speed the life-boat! speed the life-boat!
O God! their efforts crown!
She dashes on-the ship is gone
Full forty fathoms down!

Ha!-see-the crew are struggling now
Amid the breakers' roar-

They're in the boat-they're all afloat-
Hurrah! they've gained the shore!

Bless the life-boat! &c.

TARS' SONG.

OUR ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,

For she's the craft to carry sail,

Give it to her, boys, now give it her. See, the wind is on our quarter,

Make all taut and snug, boys,

Swiftly she'll go through the water,

Then we'll serve the grog, boys.

Chorus-Hark! the breeze begins to blow,

So clear your pipes, and join

In our heave, heave ho!

Now cheerily, my men, heave ho,
Yo ho, heave ho!

Cheerily, my men, heave ho!