ESSAYS IN VERSE.

Evening Post, Volume LXXXI, Issue 112, 13 May 1911, Page 13

ESSAYS IN VERSE.

A STORM. (County Wexford, Ireland.) There's a storm is blowing up from tho sea — That Christ in mercy may save us all — For the waves are lapping the harbour wall, An' dirty weather it's sure to be. The storm-dog* shone in the morning sky And the waves to the west are, ten foot high. v God in Heavon ! the waves aro white — Lot You watch near the boats to-night ! For it's sure enough when tho shadows fall Sorrow will come for some of us here, In the cold black night with its cold black fear: Fear of tho sea and fear of the squall. A woeful thing it is to be wed To a man. that looks to the sea for bread ! Holy Mary, pity our plight, Let you pray for our men to-night ! There's Patrick is in it and Christy too, A soft young lad an' he not sixteen— An' his brother drownded last Hallow E'en— God help his mother, what .will she do? She had a right to have bid him stay, But the young lads fret till they go away. God keep Christy and John in Bight, Save them both from their death to-night ! There ia Daniel Connor and young Tom Byrno With a child at home not three days old ; But it's hungry the child will be and cold If there's no man in it, nor wage to earn ; An' lonesome herself will be this day That's sick and weak an' her man away. Heart of Heaven, pity her fright, Send her comfort this long black night ! The wind of the world is lashing the sea, Tho waves lep high like men at a fair, Wicked old men with their silvery hair. ' Sorrow and weeping for some one there'll be, Toil for the men an' danger nnd fear, With the cold black death that is waiting near. God Almighty, pity their plight Lot Christ walk on the waves to-night 1 * Storm-dog, rainbow. — W. M. Letts. Speotator. TAKING COLDS Is easy enough these wintry days. Koop a bottle of Baxter's* Lung Prubervcr besido you, nnd you can dodgo thorn by taking a tloso of this bplendid suro cure iit tho very first symptoms. Is lOd large * bottle at alLjchcnu^Si— AdxW