I dare not stay on this hallow’d land, I must away to my pirate band; They restless sit, all side by side, To hail thee, love, as the Pirate’s Bride. Come, love, come, &c. Though my voice is rough--oh! do not start, For true and soft is the Pirate’s heart. Thy home shall be on some fairy land, And thou wilt be Queen of the Pirate’s band. Come, love, come, &c. Come, love, come--ah! why that stern brow-- She smiles, who so happy as the pirate now. My arms will bear thee to “that thing of life,” And this night thou must be the Pirate’s Wife. The Old Oaken Bucket which Hung in the Well. 52 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view-- The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, The old oaken bucket--the iron-bound bucket-- The moss-cover’d bucket, which hung in the well. That moss-cover’d vessel I hail as a treasure. For often, at noon, when return’d from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield; How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well, The old oaken bucket--the iron-bound bucket-- The moss-cover’d bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips: Not a full-blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though fill’d with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy revisits my father’s plantation, And sighs for the bucket which hangs in his well-- The old oaken bucket--the iron-bound bucket-- The moss-cover’d bucket which hangs in his well. Man the Life Boat. 53 Man the life boat! man the life boat! Help! or yon ship is lost; Man the life boat, man the life boat, See how she’s tempest-toss’d; No human power in such an hour, The gallant bark can save, Her mainmast’s gone, and hurrying on, She seeks a watery grave.