The port ye yet shall win;
And all the bells of God shall ring
The good ship bravely in!
THE POLISH BOY.
ANN S. STEPHENS.
W
HENCE come those shrieks so wild and shrill,
That cut, like blades of steel, the air,
The port ye yet shall win;
And all the bells of God shall ring
The good ship bravely in!
ANN S. STEPHENS.
W
HENCE come those shrieks so wild and shrill,
That cut, like blades of steel, the air,