... aiterattur. SELECTED POETRY. SONG. BY F. it. BuiL5Y, ESQ. Trr. ship that proudly leaves the shore, Aud dauces through the foam, Alas! may never visit more Its harbour's peaceful home. The hands that gaily furl the sails, The feet thlt tread thc deck, All-with the gallant bark herself, Nay soon berome a wrecok. And so too oft in life we start, Where every sceneo looks fair; The future scenes ...