WHEN raging seas the bark assail, And hope recedes before the gale, Who follow in the storm's fierce trail? The Life-boat's crew.

Who shrink not from destruction's throes, Nor quail before the dreadful blows, When hurricanes their forms disclose ? The Life-boat's crew.

Who, on the surging billows thrown, Still thread the ever-darkening zone, With courage but by heroes known? The Life-boat's crew.

No death-bolts from their hands are hurled, See " Rescue" on their flag unfurled 1 They battle but to bless the world, The Life-boat's crew! Hail 1 to the hearts so true, so brave I Defying oft the watery grave 1 Intent alone to aid and save 1 Hail 1 noble crew ! ALBERT MIDLANE.