Part 24 (2/2)

POPE

THE WRECK OF THE ORPHEUS

All day, a above the wave; The sky o'erhead was dark with clouds, And dark beneath, their grave

The water leaped against its prey, Breaking with heavy crash, And when soave way, They fell with dull, low splash

Captain and ht to swerve; The boats went to and fro; With cheery face and tranquil nerve, Each saw his brother go

Each saw his brother go, and knew, As night caht fell, and hope was gone

The saved stood on the steaing to the wreck Upon that surging sea; And still they gazed into the dark Till, on their startled ears, There caallant cheers

Again, and yet again it rose; Then silence round them fell-- Silence of death--and each uish, no wild shriek Of lad to die,

But death met with three British cheers-- Cheers of i tears-- For theland, while thy sailor-host Can live and die like these, Be thy broad lands or won or lost, Thou'rt mistress of the seas!

C A L

THE TIDE RIVER

Clear and cool, clear and cool, By laughing shallow, and drea shi+ngle, and foas, And the ivied here the church-bell rings, Undefiled, for the undefiled; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child

Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; Foul and dank, foul and dank, By wharf and sewer and slio, Baser and baser the richer I grow; Who dare sport with the sin defiled?

Shrink fro and free, strong and free, The flood-gates are open, away to the sea; Free and strong, free and strong, Cleansing olden sands, and the leaping bar, And the taintless tide that awaits me afar; As I lose myself in the infinite ain

Undefiled, for the undefiled, Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child

KINGSLEY

The best result of all education is the acquired power of ht to do it, whether you like it or not

HUXLEY