ILLUSTRATIONS. At length did cross an Albatross It is an ancient Mariner, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill. And ice, mast-high, came floating by, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo!. With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. When looking westward, I beheld When that strange shape drove suddenly I fear thee, ancient Mariner! The moving Moon went up the sky, A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware . Till noon we quietly sailed on, E. H. WEHNERT 30 Yet never a breeze did breathe I heard, and in my soul discerned 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together.. And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon . The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, E. DUNCAN. The boat came closer to the ship, To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray He prayeth well, who loveth well 46 E. H. WEHNERT 47 E. H. WEHNERT 49 |