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THE MAIN-TRUCK, OR A LEAP FOR LIFE,
A shudder shot through every vein,
All eyes were turned on high! There stood the boy, with dizzy brain,
Between the sea and sky;
Alone he stood in air:
No aid could reach him there.
We gazed ;-but not a man could speak !
With horror all aghast,
We watched the quivering mast.
And of a liquid hue ;As riveted unto the spot,
Stood officers and crew.
The father came on deck:-he gasped,
“Oh God I thy will be done !" Then suddenly a rifle grasped,
And aimed it at his son : “Jump, far out, boy, into the wave!
Jump, or I fire !” he said ; " That only chance your life can save!
Jump, jump, boy !"--He obeyed.
He sunk,--he rose,--he lived, --he moved,
And for the ship struck out:
With many a manly shout.
Those wet arms round his neck Then folded to his heart his boy,
And fainted on the deck.
THE BUGLE-SONG.-ALFRED TENNYSOX.
The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
O hark, O hearl how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
“BRING forth the horse!"—the horse was brought;
In truth, he was a noble steed;
A Tartar of the Ukraine broed,
With spur and bridle undefiled-
And snorting with erected mane,
And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread,
To me the desert-born was led :
They loosed him with a sudden lash:
Away, away, my steed and I,
Upon the pinions of the wind,
All human dwellings left behind;
But a wild plain of far extent,
I could have answered with a sigh;
We neared the wild-wood-'twas so wide,
Where'er we flew they followed on,
And perish, if it must be so,
My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore,
The skies spun like a mighty wheel;
A trampling troop; I see them come!
He answered, and then fell;
His first and last career is done!
They saw me strangely bound along
His back with many a bloody thong ; They snort—they foam-neigh-swerve aside, And backward to the forest fly, By instinct, from a human eye.
They left me there to my despair,
Relieved from that unwonted weight,
The dying on the dead.