Origibal Yoetry.

Clutha Leader, Volume V, Issue 218, 13 September 1878, Page 7

Origibal Yoetry.

" They who -wait for the morning; they who wait for the morniug." — Psalms cxxx., 6. It was the third night, and the angry sea Had left but two of that small company, "Who, but that life is sweet, would almost crave A resting place with them beneath the wave. Scarce conscious, and oblivious of the past, Cold and benumbed, to for'mast head lashed fast, They hear the passing bell whilst yet they breathe Toll'd by the waves on for'castle beneath. All through the night, and mingling with the storm And howling sea, the solemn sound is borne. The soldier in the hurricane of strife In wild excitement flings away his life. But such a night of living death must be The acme of protracted agony. Still toll'd the bell, a requiem for the dead, And living prayers ascend from that masthead. Alas ! for daylight ; but the welcome dawn Breaks not for them till resurrection morn. One victim more is swallowed in the surge, And still the bell rings but its funeral dirge, And screaming birds accompanied the sound, And the pale light of mom spread all around. Swung by the feet, and swaying ta and fro, : Hung the last actor in that scene of woe. JohnTayioe. Pope, GMntpnC; \