By the stars as they glimmer near,
Where the waves dash low—while a far-off roar
From the distant beach[[6]] I hear.
A spark from yon low isle in the East,
Now twinkles across the bay!
And now it steadily flames, to guide
The mariner on his way.
Oh, dear to me is thy distant beam!
Lone dweller of the night waves.”—
“Judy! Judy!” roared her father’s voice, “come down directly!—here’s letters from Captain Fayerweather.”