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The Song of the Life-Boat

When the tempest raves, and the angry waves Break crashing on the shore ; When the vessel cracks, and drops in her tracks, I face the ocean's roar.

I dance o'er the heaving surge and the foam, For the stormy sea is my chosen home ; I plough through seething wave ; I make for the wreck with its shattered deck, And shipwrecked sailors save.

When hurricane blows, and the Sea-king throws Himself against my bow, Why, I dance with glee o'er the tossing sea, And through its waters plough.

I race to the ship—in the Storm-fiend's grip— I take her men away ; I fly o'er the deep, where angry waves leap, I laugh at blinding spray.

When the Storm-fiend shrieks, and the light- ning streaks The black and leaden sky, I weather the gale, the rain and the hail, And light go dancing by.

I skim o'er the sea like a sea-bird free, I rescue sailors brave, And I bear them home through the frothing foam, I prance o'er bounding wave.

I laugh at the storm, whose shadowy form Raves shrieking in my ear ; And the flying scud it fires my blood— The Life-boat knows no fear ! And I face the blast, a sail at my mast, I rush through angry foam; Like a bird I soar, o'er the ocean's roar— The seething sea's my home.

HAROLD EMERY JONES, M.D.

NOTICE.

The next number of the LIFE-BOAT JOURNAL will be published on the 1st February, 1905..