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A DREAM VOYAGE.

'Twas the early morn, and the sunbeams lav < • '-•-■' •" ■-../.'» / -, / Cresting with gold the'waves in the bay.< Dreaming," -I seemed- from the firm-set land : ' '' •; ' ' fJ To. watph a fair child forsake the strand. Tiller 1 iii hand, in the stern he sat, Whilst Nature sang her Magnificat. Gently the breath of the morning gale In fair lines hollowed the curving sail; And the child in joy steered to the West— To the far Atlantis, land of rest. For a little while I gazed elsewhere, But when next I looked a youth sat there. The child was gone, and with shout of joy The helm was held by a laughing boy. Over the sea, 'neath' the morning sky, The boat danced on right merrily. Was mine eye dimmed by the oc,ean haze, Or was it my dream* that mocked my gaze?

As I looked the youth from the boat was gone— ..... . . ! A man sat there in the stern alone, \ Grasping the tiller with utmost stress, ) Whilst the waves rolled on in wayward-, i ness. . ■ •( s, j! The sun was southward, the sea grew; dark, ; j And a storm seem brooding round the bark ; ' . •.. \, „ '>.■ r'',;\ , ■ Darker and darker became the sea, , And the boat fle.w on right fearfully. 'Twas life or death, as, with grim set face,] He watched the waves in their threaten-; ■ ing race. ; Would he sink, of swim ? I could 'scarcely tell, ■■ •■•'(. \ Sq high rolled the sea in its heavy swell. ,' , Again a change passed o'er the scene, { ' For now 'twas a grey .old man, I ween, ; Who guided the helm. Torn was the sail And all showed sighs of,the fateful gale;,; Yet past was its force, and sad and slow ' the boat dragged on, whilst the sunset glow ' Lay all around, and full! peacefully The clay declined o'er the evening sea. ;: Ao;ain I looked, but the boat was gone, ' - The billows w.ore'tossing there alone, i Whilst, lit by the sunset in the West, Glowed fair Atlantis, the land of resc. ■■ Then, as I woke me from my dream, The waves seemed chanting a requiem. E. H. Gui/liveb, (in "Auckland' Herald.") '

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A DREAM VOYAGE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2424, 8 May 1890

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A DREAM VOYAGE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2424, 8 May 1890

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