THE LOST ANCHOR.
There lies a rusted anchor
Deep in the white sea-sand;
Where trails the good ship's cable
That parted, strand by strand?
Deep in the white sea-sand;
Where trails the good ship's cable
That parted, strand by strand?
The north-wind roared and thundered,
The leaping waves ran high;
Dark on the foaming water
Shut down the stormy sky.
The leaping waves ran high;
Dark on the foaming water
Shut down the stormy sky.
But still the lithe mast quivered
Under the flapping sail;
The cordage shrieked and rattled,
And yelled the furious gale.
Under the flapping sail;
The cordage shrieked and rattled,
And yelled the furious gale.
One strain—one plunge—one struggle—
The mighty strands give way—
Now far from home and harbor,
Away, away, away!
The mighty strands give way—
Now far from home and harbor,
Away, away, away!
