Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver By William Thom. Edited, with a Biographical Sketch, by W. Skinner |
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LINES SUGGESTED BY THE ABOVE DISASTER.
'Twas the blythe New Year, when the hearts are mov'd
Like fairy wind harp ringing,
To the breathing smile of friend belov'd,
In whisper dear—in noisy cheer—
Nae fash, nae fear—the good New Year
Sets the good old world a-singing.
Like fairy wind harp ringing,
To the breathing smile of friend belov'd,
In whisper dear—in noisy cheer—
Nae fash, nae fear—the good New Year
Sets the good old world a-singing.
But, oh! it is dark in the fisherman's cot,
With the lively and lovely there;
Tho' the cold, cold wind, with its icy throat,
Falls fiercely—yet one hears it not,
Thro' sob, and sigh, and prayer.
With the lively and lovely there;
Tho' the cold, cold wind, with its icy throat,
Falls fiercely—yet one hears it not,
Thro' sob, and sigh, and prayer.
So that should be—when the terrible sea
Speaks woe to the trembling earth—
Hope wing'd away with the closing day,
Now cold despair wraps all things there,
And scowls o'er the fisherman's hearth.
Speaks woe to the trembling earth—
Hope wing'd away with the closing day,
Now cold despair wraps all things there,
And scowls o'er the fisherman's hearth.
Man dies but once—oh! say it not!
He lives again to die,
Whom the surly, surly sea has taught
The hope-dissolving sigh;
When the stubborn arm that strains for life
Falls feebly on the oar;
When the loved last look of child and wife
Swims wildly o'er the settling strife,
Oh, Death! what canst thou more?
He lives again to die,
Whom the surly, surly sea has taught
The hope-dissolving sigh;
When the stubborn arm that strains for life
Falls feebly on the oar;
When the loved last look of child and wife
Swims wildly o'er the settling strife,
Oh, Death! what canst thou more?
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