300 SELECT POETRY

THE MARINER'S SONG

A wer sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast ;

And bends the gallant mast, my boys,

While, like the eagle free,

Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.

“ Oh for a soft and gentle wind!”
T heard a fair one cry;
But give to me the snoring breeze,
And white waves heaving high ;
And white waves heaving high, my boys,
The good ship tight and free—
The world of waters is our home,
. And merry men are we.

There’s tempest in yon horned moon,

And lightning in yon cloud ;

And hark the music, mariners,

The wind is piping loud ;

The wind is piping loud, my boys,

The lightning flashing free—

While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Allan Cunningham.