THE CORSAIR.
A POEM TO BE READ ON RAILROADS.
The sky was dark—the sea was rough;
The Corsair’s heart was brave and tough;
The wind was high—the waves were steep;
The moon was veil’d—the ocean deep;
The foam against the vessel dash’d:
The Corsair overboard was wash’d.
A rope in vain was thrown to save—
The brine is now the Corsair’s grave!