A True Story. (A MORAL POEM FOR CHILDREN.)
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HE waves were high in Conway Bay, The wind it blew a gale; Five visitors that very day Had ventured on a sail. The tide ran high, the little boat Unmanageable grew, And scarce could it be kept afloat By its unskilful crew. Some fisher folk upon the beach, All in the hurricane, Put off, that little boat to reach And bring it back again. And when the gale was at its height, Those Conway boatmen brave Went off—it was a glorious sight— The drowning ones to save. They risked their lives, but Fate was kind— They reached the boat at last; Its occupants, to death resigned, Thought every hope was past. Their thanks to Heaven they freely gave, And when they reached the beach, They to those Conway boatmen brave Presented sixpence each!
