Albert Laighton (Альберт Лейтон)

The Wreck

The Ocean sang to my heart last night,
When I folded my hands in rest,
A tune as sweet as a mother sings
To the child upon her breast.

But to-day it wails like a funeral dirge
As they tell, in the quiet town.
How the English ship in sight of land
With a hundred souls went down.

1. My Native River
2. The Two Worlds
3. Joe
4. A Passing Thought
5. To J. G. W.

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