THE PILOT.
How I bawled "Ship, ahoy!"
Hard by Medmenham Ferry!
And she answered with joy,
She moved like a convoy,
And would love to employ
A bold pilot so merry.
How I bawled "Ship, ahoy!"
Hard by Medmenham Ferry!
THE VOYAGE.
'Neath the trees gold and red
In that bright autumn weather,
When our white sails were spread
O'er the waters we sped-
What was it she said?
When we drifted together!
'Neath the trees gold and red
In that bright autumn weather!
THE HAVEN.
Ah! the moments flew fast,
But our trip too soon ended!
When we reached land at last,
And our craft was made fast,
It was six or half-past-
And Mama looked offended!
Ah! the moments flew fast,
But our trip too soon ended.
J. Ashby Sterry.