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Thompson, Clara Ann
Songs From the Wayside

- DRIFT-WOOD.

DRIFT-WOOD.



They brought in the brine-crusted drift-
wood,
And heaped it high on the hearth,
For the snow, outside, was falling fast,
And the winter wind was wroth.

I watched the bright flames leaping up-
ward,
As the drift-wood flashed and burned,
And I mused on the fate of those who
sailed
In the ship, that ne'er returned.

My fancy then wrought out two stories,
And one was sad and drear:
Of lashing waves and struggling souls,
And piercing cries of fear.
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The other was bright and hopeful:
For the wild waves lost their prey,
When a stately ship came gliding by,
And bore the crew away.

Then, musing on my fancies,
I wondered which one bore
The truer tale of the good ship, cast
As drift-wood, on the shore.
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