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Then she beckoned  me near,  arid whispered,  “ Go,  and  God's  will  be
                                  done!
                          For every lad  on  that ship,  John,  is  dome poor  mother5.?  son,1’

                          Her head was full  of  the boy, sir— she  was thinking, maybe, some day
                          For  lack  of  a  hand to  help  him  his  life  might  be  cast  away,
                           ■  Go, John, and the Lord watch  0:er you ;  and  Spare  me to see the light,
                          And  bring  you  safe,'1  she  whispered,  ft out  of  the  storm  to-night.”
                          Then  I  turned and kissed her softly,  and  tried  to  hide  my tears.
                          And  my mates  outside, when they  saw  me, set  up three  hearty  cheers;
                          But  I  rubbed  my eyes  wi?  my knuckles, and turned to old Ben and said;
                          11  HI  see  her  again, maybe,  ladf when  the  sea gives  up  its  dead/’

                          We launched  the  boat in  the  tempest, though  death  was  the  goal  in
                                  view.
                          And  never a  one but doubted if the  craft could  live it through ;
                          But  our boat she  stood  it bravely,  and  weary  and  wet  and weak
                          We  drew  in  hail  of  the vessel  we  had  dared so  much to  seek,
                          13uI just as we  come  upon  her  she  gave a  fearful  roll,
                          And went  down  in  the  seethin7  whirlpool  with every  livin'  soul!
                          We rowed for the Spot,  and  shouted,  for all  around was  dark—-
                          But only  the  wild wind answered  the  cries  from  our phmgin’  bark*


                          I  was  strainin'  my eyes  and  watchin', when  I thought I heard  a cry,
                          And  T  saw past  our bows  a somethin’ on the crest of a wave dashed by;
                          I  st ret died  out  sti v  hand  to  seize  it.   I  dragged  it aboard,  and then
                          I stumbled,  «nd  struck  my  forrtid,  and fell like  a  log  011  Ren.
                           I rein e in her  a  hum  of  voices,  and  then  .1  k no wed  no  more,
                          Till  1  dime  to  my senses  here,  sir— here,  in  my  home  ashore.
                          My  forrud  was tightly  bandaged, and  I lay  on  my litt’c  bed—-
                          I’d  slipped,  so  they told  mo  urter,  and  a nil luck had  struck  my  head.

                          Ihen ray  mates  came  in and  whispered ;  they’d  heard  I  was  cornin'
                                  roun d.
                          At  first  I  could  scarcely hear  'em,  it seemed like a buzsin1  sound;
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