Studio: international art (9.1897)

Robert Louis Stevenson, Illustrator

With storms a-weather, rocks a-ltso,
The dancing skin pule forth to sea.
The lone dissenter in the blast
Recoils before the sight aghast.
But the, although the heavens be black
Holds on upon the starboard tack.
For why? although today she sink
Still safe she sails in printers1 ink,
And though today the seamen drown,
My cut shall hand their memory down

Industrious pirate! see him oweep
The lonely bo«^:u >f the deep,
And dailv the iiorizon scan
From Hatteras or Matapan.
Be sure, before that pirate's old,
lie will have made a pot of gold,
And will retire from all his labours
And be respected by his neighbors.
You also scan your life's horizon
For all that you can clap your eyes on.

FACSIMILES OF PAGES . FROM " A SECOND COLLECTION OF MORAL EMBLEMS

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