A Leap For Life

OLD Ironsides at anchor lay,
In the harbor of Mahon;
A dead calm rested on the bay --
The waves to sleep had gone;
When little Jack, the captain's son,
With gallant hardihood,
Climbed shroud and spar -- and then upon
The main-truck rose and stood!

A shudder ran through every vein --
All eyes were turned on high!
There stood the boy, with dizzy brain,
Between the sea and sky!
No hold had he above -- below,
Alone he stood in air!
At that far height none dared to go --
No aid could reach him there.

We gazed -- but not a man could speak! --
With horror all aghast
In groups, with pallid brow and cheek,
We watched the quivering mast.
The atmosphere grew thick and hot,
And of a lurid hue,
As, riveted unto the spot,
Stood officer and crew.

The father camon on deck -- He gasped,
"O, God, Thy will be done!"
Then suddenly a rifle grasped,
And aimed it at his son!
"Jump far out, boy, into the wave!
Jump, or I fire!" he said:
"That only chance your life can save!
Jump -- jump, boy!" -- He obeyed.

He sank -- he rose -- he lived -- he moved --
He for the ship struck out!
On board we hailed the lad beloved
With many a manly shout.
His father drew, in silent joy,
Those wet arms round his neck,
Then folded to his heart the boy,
And fainted on the deck!