Peradventztre, a Lancelet.
t does not seem. to the Critic, that ti:
which speak to us in boyhood dre;
eir power with the author of the
the Bowdoin Quill.
VOICE ' S.
When I see the ships a-riding
In our bay-like river's stream,
When I hear the cables' rattle,
And the boatswain's whistle sere,
When I hear cordage creaking,
And the bell's half-hourly chime,
Feelings well-nigh lost flit o'er me,
Wisps of dreams from boyhood's
Then I heard alluring voices,
Siren voices from the sea,
As all seaport lads have heard then
Crying "Here's the life for thee !'
But I faltered until plainly
Other course is mine to be,
And the luring siren voices
Sound but faintly now to me.
Faintly when the ships are riding,
In our bay-like river's stream,
Faintly 'mid the cables' rattle,
And the boatswain's whistle's scr
Faintly 'mid the cordage creaking,
And the bell's half-hourly chime,
Faintly—they have lost their power
Blehoes out of boyhood's time.