But now he cries,--"See, father, see!
The ship is standing still."

Her masts are trembling from the shock.
Her white sails all descend;
The ship has struck upon a rock,--
Her voyage is at an end.

The sailors hurry to and fro,
All crowded is the deck;
She struggles hard,--she's free;--O, no!
She is indeed a wreck.

The boy's young heart is full of grief:
"Father! what will she do?
Let's take the boat to her relief,
O, quickly let us go!"

They went,--and many a stronger hand
Its ready succour gave;
They brought the crew all safe to land,
And the cargo tried to save.

The night comes on, the night is dark,
More dark the billows seem;
They break against the ship, and hark!
The seamew's mournful scream.

The boy upon his pillow lies,
In sweet repose he sinks;