Part 57 (1/1)

And still the gale went shrieking on, And still the wrecking fury grew; And still the woh,--

As Christ alking on the waves, And heavenly radiance shone about,-- All fearless trod that gulf of graves And bore the sailors out

Down ca foaht To trapper Becker's home

Oh, safety after wreck is sweet!

And sweet is rest in hut or hall: One story Life and Death repeat,-- God's mercy over all

Next day men heard, put out froallant fellows sick and sore, A tender nurse and kind;

Shook hands, wept, laugh'd, were crazy-glad; Cried: ”Never yet, on land or sea, Poor dying, drowning sailors had A better friend than she

”Billowshands the wreck'd from Death may snatch: But never, never, nevermore This deed shall mortal match!”

Dear Mother Becker dropp'd her head, She blush'd as girls when lovers woo: ”I have not done a thing,” she said, ”More than I ought to do”

THE END