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Poem by Albert Laighton


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.



Albert Laighton


Albert Laighton's other poems:
  1. My Native River
  2. The Two Worlds
  3. Joe
  4. To J. G. W.
  5. A Passing Thought


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