THE MAN.
You, by your deed, y o u gave it us.
When wind and water raged and roar’d,
And you launch’d out through wind and wave,
When, a poor sinning soul to save,
You set your life upon a board,
Deep into many a heart it fell,
Like wind and sunshine, cold and hot,
Rang through them like a chiming bell,—
[With lowered voice.]
To-morrow, haply, all’s forgot,
And furl’d the kindling banner bright
You just now lifted in our sight.