When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music
HIAWATHA'S FISHING
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water
THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP _C. W. Ashley_
The sun shone on her golden hair,
And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair
THE CASTLE-BUILDER _Olive Rush_
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies
PAUL REVERE'S RIDE _Howard Smith_
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door
THE BUILDING OF THE LONG SERPENT
"Men shall hear of Thorberg Skafting
For a hundred year!"
[Illustration: THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS _S.M. Arthurs_
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast ]
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailor,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
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