THE TEMPEST.
The cold gray mist crept o’er the shore,
And hung about the bay;
We saw the foaming of the surf
Within the twilight gray.
But through the twilight cold and still
We heard the hum from yonder town;
We saw the path around the hill
Come winding ever slowly down.
The wild wind rose as night came on,
We heard the waves beat on the shore;
The tempest wailed and moaned about
Above the distant roar.
Sad night, alas! was that to some
Who, on the dreary ocean wide
Heard far and near the tempest come—
The wailing winds on either side.
A dreadful night—a stormy night—
It swept the wrecks ashore;
It was a time—a dreadful sight—
Forgotten nevermore.
That night was one of woe, alas!
The wild wind whistled by;
And seemed to be as it did pass
Some struggling sailor’s drowning cry.
THE PEACEFUL LAND.
Far in the west is a peaceful land
Where the golden sunset fades away,
And fast as the twilight shadows come
The sunset bids farewell to day.