THE SHIPWRECK.
The seagull screamed and flopped his wings
And hied him to his home;
The breakers dashed upon the shore—
Their crests were filled with foam.
The briny mounts were thrown on high
Where reeled a ship; the gale
Had shorn her of her masts, and torn
In shreds each flying sail.
Alas! a wail comes o’er the deep—
The ship is sinking fast—
The mighty mountains of the sea
Are aided by the blast.
’Tis morn again, the rosy morn
The storm at sea is o’er;
The elements are calm and still;
The wreck is on the shore.
Then take good care in future life,
While near the billows roll;—
Take care lest your own self be lost
By shipwreck of your soul.
Then never let the breakers roll
To whelm the bark within,
As in the world you sail around
The blackened sea of sin.
CLEOPATRA’S NEEDLES.
It was in Africa’s torrid clime,
Two sisters stood alone,
And what they witnessed was a sight
To melt a heart of stone.