And years and days that long are passed, And little things that were as nought, Come to us like an echo low Of the last, the last footfall! Your Mission F you cannot on the ocean Laughing at the storms you meet,- You can lend a hand to help them If you are too weak to journey Up the mountains steep and high, While the multitude go by; You can chant a happy measure If you cannot in the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true, When the battle field is silent, Do not, then, stand idly waiting She will never come to you. can find it anywhere. Little Meg and I. OU asked me, mates, to spin a yarn, before we go below: blow, I'll give you one,-a story true as ever yet was told- A neater, trimmer craft than Meg was very hard to find; wind; And as for larnin,' hulks and spars! I've often heard it said That she could give the scholars points and then come out ahead. The old schoolmaster used to say, and mates, it made me cry, That the smartest there was little Meg; the greatest dunce was I. But what cared I for larnin' then, while she was by my side; For, though a lad, I loved her, mates, and for her would have died; And she loved me, the little lass, and often have I smiled When she said, "I'll be your little wife," 'twas the prattle of a child. For there lay a gulf between us, mates, with the waters running high; On one side stood Meg Anderson, on the other side stood I. Meg's fortune was twelve ships at sea and houses on the land; While mine why, mates, you might have held my fortune in your hand, Her father owned a vast domain for miles along the shore; My father owned a fishing-smack, a hut, and nothing more; I knew that Meg I ne'er could win, no matter how I'd try, For on a couch of down lay she, on a bed of straw lay I. I never thought of leaving Meg, or Meg of leaving me, the bay: I want you Bill, to make a cruise-you go aboard to-day." bye. While on the dock stood little Meg, and on the deck stood I. I saw her oft before we sailed, whene'er I came on shore. and more; And I promise to be true to you through all the coming years." But while she spoke her bright blue eyes were filled with pearly tears. Then, as I whispered words of hope and kissed her eyelids dry, Her last words were: "God speed you, Bill!" so parted Meg and I. Well, mates, we cruised for four long years, till at last one summer's day Our good ship, the Minerva, cast anchor in the bay, Oh, how my heart beat high with hope, as I saw her home once more, And on the pier stood hundreds, to welcome us ashore; But my heart sank down within me as I gazed with anxious eye No little Meg stood on the dock, as on the deck stood I. Why, mates, it nearly broke my heart when I went ashore that day, For they told me little Meg had wed, while I was far away. They told me, too, they forced her to't-and wrecked her fair young life Just think, messmates, a child in years, to be an old man's wife. But her father said it must be so, and what could she reply? For she was only just sixteen-just twenty-one was I. Well, mates, a few short years from then-perhaps it might be four One blustering night Jack Glinn and I were rowing to the shore, When right ahead we saw a sight that made us hold our breath There floating in the pale moonlight was a woman cold in death. I raised her up: oh, God, messmates, that I had passed her by! For in the bay lay little Meg and over her stood I. |