sports and misspent time; And soon he stood on manhood's verge, A hardened wretch, prepared for crime.

Though so forbidding in his mein, He woo'd and won a gentle bride, Who but the closer to him clung, As darker rolled life's heaving tide.

But though an Angel shar'd the place, There were for him no joys at home; He left his mother and his wife, Reckless o'er earth or sea to roar.

He stood upon a sanded deck, With blood-red pennon floating free, And with a daring bloody band, Rode madly o'er the foaming sea.

The waves that lashed the coal-black hull Were parted oft their dead to hide; For ocean's surging, billowy foam, Drank deeply of life's crimson tide.

He tossed a pointed dagger high, And wore a sabre by his side; And many a gen'rous noble one, Beneath his powerful arm had died.

For bloody deeds of daring high, He had won a deathless fame; And o'er that reckless, bloody crew, Had gained a pirate-captain's name.

And though their coffers teem'd with gold, Their sordid souls still sighed for more: And to procure the paltry trash They scour'd the seas from shore to shore.

But Retribution's hour must come; Vengeance cannot always sleep; Justice, with her glittering sword, Pursues them swiftly o'er the deep.

At midnight, in a dungeon lone, An aged female knelt in prayer; But oh, her low, sepulchral tone Seemed fraught with anguish and despair.

"My son," she cried, "to morrow's sun Must witness your disgraceful death; O, seek a dying Saviour's love, E'en with your expiring breath.

The sun of Righteousness has risen, And o'er my path shed golden light, And shone upon the narrow way, That ever followed leads aright.

And I have followed to the cross, On which a dying Saviour hung, Bemoaned my sins with weeping eyes, Besought his grace with suppliant tongue.

He witness'd all my sorrowing tears, And heard my suppliant prayer in Heaven; Then sweetly spake with cheering voice, "Daughter, thy sins are all forgiven."

Prostrate in dust before His throne, My heart's pure worship then I gave; Sweetly my ransomed spirit sang, Jesus Christ has power to save."

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