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THE PHANTOM SHIP.
IN Mather's Magnalia Christi,
That is here set down in rhyme.
A ship sailed from New Haven,
Were heavy with good men's prayers.
“O Lord! if it be thy pleasure"—
Take them, for they are thine!”
But Master Lamberton muttered,
I fear our grave she will be!”
And the ships that came from England,
Brought no tidings of this vessel
This put the people to praying
He had done with friends so dear.
And at last their prayers were answered: –
Of a windy afternoon,
When, steadily steering landward,
And they knew it was Lamberton, Master,
On she came, with a cloud of canvas,
The faces of the crew.
Then fell her straining topmasts,
And blown away like clouds.
And the masts, with all their rigging,
As a sea-mist in the sun
And the people who saw this marvel
That this was the mould of their vessel,
And the pastor of the village
That, to quiet their troubled spirits,
THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS.
A MIST was driving down the British Channel,
Streamed the red autumn sun.
It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon,