"God Help The Poor Fellows At Sea! "

"GOD HELP THE POOR FELLOWS AT SEA ! "

Far away inland , when tempests blow Wild through the dark ' ning night . We list to the roar of the winds as they go , On their hurricane steeds to the fight ; For the hosts of tho Storm-King are gathering fast Where the white-crested waters ( lee ,

And our hearts breathe this prayer , as he rushes past , On the wings of the howling northern blast" God help the poor fellows at sea !" We wake in the night with a shivering fear , For our dream cars have thrilled to the shriek

Of the drowning seaman , ami many a tear Gathers fast on tho whitening check ; For the light of tlie mind ' s swift lightning flash Seems to show us the rock-bound lea , And we pray to our God as tlie billows dash , And in thunder the iron breakers lash" God help the poor fellows at sea !''

In many a home there are fainting hearts , Sorely stirred by the moan of tlie wind , Fainting down when the light of tlie day departs , Leaving darkness and clouds behind ; For the loved ones are out on tlie foam-capped Avave ,

Where the tempests hold revelry , And they breathe up this prayer , for the loved and braA'e , To the Infinite Grace that can succour and save" God help the poor fellows at sea !"

So He niOA-es to grand deeds many noble souls , That His love may bo known on earth , And the fruit of that love , where tlie storm-wave rolls , Giveth hope in men ' s heart new birth ; For the life-boat away to tho sinking bark Flies swiftly to save , and we

Pray God speed the lightly-bounding ark , With its precious freight , o ' er the waters dark , From the perilous paths of the sea . C . J .

The Life Boat Journal .

Remember , Boys Make Men.

REMEMBER , BOYS MAKE MEN .

" When yon see a ragged urchin Standing Avistful in the street , With torn hat and kneeless trowsers , Dirty face and bare red feet , Pass not by the child unheeding ;

Smile upon him . Mark me , lvlien He ' s groAvn , he'll not forget it ; For remember , boys make men . When the buoyant youthful spirits

Overflow in boyish freak , Chide your child in gentle accents , Do not in your anger speak . You must sow in youthful bosoms Seeds of tender mercies ; then

Plants will grow and bear good fruitage , When the erring boys are men .

Have you never seen a grandsire , With his eyes aglow with joy , Bring to mind some act of kindness—Something said to him , a boy—Or relate some sli ght or coldness ,

With a brow all clouded , when He said they were too thoughtless To remember boys made men .

Let us try to add some pleasures To the life of every boy ; For each child needs tender interest In its sorrow and its joys ; Call your boys home b y its brightness ;

They aA'oid a gloomy den , And seek for comfort elsewhere ; And remember , boys make men . "

The American Freemason .

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