ORIGINAL POETRY. "THE EMIGRANT SHIP."

Daily Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 18, 19 August 1843, Page 4

ORIGINAL POETRY.

"THE EMIGRANT SHIP."

Many a light burns late and bright, On Briton's island fair ; And many a sire, with holy fire Is breathing a pious pray'r !— The mother wild, or her darling child, Bends with heart-broken sorrow : O, the Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship ! Saileth on the morrow ! Three towering masts on yonder ware Are standing, tall and strong ; 'Round yonder hull the svr'ft sea-gull Screeches his parting song ; And many a cry, and woman's sigh, Are borne to the crowded strand ;— The Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship ! Hath left her native land .' She hath carried many a soul away— She hath crushed many a vow ! And many a heart, that bled to part, Is riven asunder now I— | The blustering breeze, o'er the trackless seas, ! Beareth her dark form on ;— ! The Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship ! I The Emigrant Ship is gone 1 Afar on the distant horizon Her lofty streamers soar; But now the whole, like a shivering scroll, Sinks — and is seen no more !— Proudly she braves the emerald waves, And o'er their surface sweeps : — The Emigrant Ship < the Emigrant Ship ! Is far on the boundless deeps 1— Lo t loud do the dreadful tempests roll ; ; As loud are the sounds of grief! j Each trembling ma«t, midst the ocean blast, Shakes like an Autumn, leaf ! There are stout hearts here, wax cold with fear And many a paly form, — But the Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship ! Lives through the fearful storm 1 — Now bursts the stin o'er the troubled waves, And qnells their foaming stiiffe ; And her kindred hearts, as their fear departs, Are leaping again to life .' — She hath gained the strand, of the promised land, And her dangers are all past I The Emigrant Ship I the Emigrant Ship I Hath reached her home at last ! I Centaur. Auckland, August 15, 1843.