THE MISSING SHIP. BY MARY A. M'IVER

Ship after ship glides into port, but that one never comes

Which bore away the angel Peace from many

darkened homes.

And yet how patiently has Hope her tireless vigil kept, :

And oh, how often anxious Love in silence vainly wept!

But never blew and ne’er may blow that fair propitious breeze,

By which our loved and lost might once have crossed the dang’rous seas.

They bring rich freight, the stately ships which sail from distant parts,

But one there was with nobler wealth of loving human hearts.

What do we care for gold and gems ? Have the remorseless seas

Claimed all we held as precious and in mock’ry sent us these ?