The Wreck.[F]

“All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!”--Tempest.

Weep for her loss, in pity weep, That down engulfed beneath the deep The fated vessel sunk, with all on board; Three score and ten, save one, to tell The horror of their dying knell, That mingled ’bove the surge, when loud it roared.

Weep for their fate, if tears may show A grief too great for tears to flow; And words are vain, looks, sighs, but faint express; Their dread dismay, by tempest borne, When hope and human help were gone, One overwhelming flood of deep distress.

Weep for the mother’s, children’s doom, Gone down to one unfathomed tomb; Brave hearts that late embarked from India’s shore, ’Neath joyous hope’s bright banner furled: How changed!--To depths of ocean hurled, The traceless wave hath swept,--they are no more!

Weep for their death; no arm to save Beneath the hurrying, moaning wave; Almost in sight of their loved haven lost, On coast of France, by storm-wind driven, The vessel struck on rock--hath riven, Dispersed in fragments, o’er the foam-wave tost.

Weep for the fated ship, ah! weep!-- Proud name--o’ermastered by the deep, That late through peril’s seas careered her way, “Home bound:”--yet wherefore weep?--poor souls! O’er them the mighty billow rolls!-- Their sufferings past;--their God their only stay.