ENOCH ARDEN.
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A limb was broken when they lifted him;
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son, a sickly one:
Another hand crept too across his trade
Taking her bread and theirs: and on him fell,
Altho’ a grave and staid God-fearing man,
Yet lying thus inactive, doubt and gloom.
He seem’d, as in a nightmare of the night,
To see his children leading evermore
Low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth,
And her, he loved, a beggar: then he pray’d
‘Save them from this, whatever comes to me.’
And while he pray’d, the master of that ship
Enoch had served in, hearing his mischance,
Came, for he knew the man and valued him,
Reporting of his vessel China-bound,
And wanting yet a boatswain. Would he go?
There yet were many weeks before she sail’d,
Sail’d from this port. Would Enoch have the place?
And Enoch all at once assented to it,
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son, a sickly one:
Another hand crept too across his trade
Taking her bread and theirs: and on him fell,
Altho’ a grave and staid God-fearing man,
Yet lying thus inactive, doubt and gloom.
He seem’d, as in a nightmare of the night,
To see his children leading evermore
Low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth,
And her, he loved, a beggar: then he pray’d
‘Save them from this, whatever comes to me.’
And while he pray’d, the master of that ship
Enoch had served in, hearing his mischance,
Came, for he knew the man and valued him,
Reporting of his vessel China-bound,
And wanting yet a boatswain. Would he go?
There yet were many weeks before she sail’d,
Sail’d from this port. Would Enoch have the place?
And Enoch all at once assented to it,
