Includes 2 woodcuts.First sentence: "In winter's rude storm, when the tempests blow loud, And the hail drives full hard 'gaist the door, And babes run together, like lambs in a crowd, And cling to their mother, as, forth from a coud, Fresh and deep-roaring torrents still pour: When wolves through the forest in savageness scowl, And poor lambs cry for help, but in vain; And tigers for slaughter rush forward and howl, And wreckers, as cruel, do savagely prowl Round the shores of the dark-troubled main: 'Tis then the poor bark often sinks in the wave, And brave seamen go down to the dead; No harbour, nor vessel, nor mertal, save, to snatch one poor soul from a watery grave, Or in pity to hold up his head. "Undated. Date from publisher's form o...