WHEN in dark night of winter, fierce storms of wind and rain Howl round the cosy homestead, and lash the window pane, When over hill and tree top, we hear the tempest's roar, And hurricanes go sweeping on, from valley to the shore, When nature seems to stand at bay, and silent terror comes, And those we love on earth the best are gathered in their homes, Think of the sailors round our coast, who, braving sleet or snow, Leave sweethearts, wives and little ones, when duty bids them go ! Think of our sea-girt island—a harbour where alone No Englishman to save a life has failed to risk his own! Then, when the storm howls loudest, pray of your charity That God will bless the Life-boat, and the Warriors of the Sea ! CLEMENT SCOTT.