Guild's Signal

EVo low whitlès, quaint and olear, . Eus tbe sigua) the engineer - ■ uild, 'fcis eaid- Gave to liis .i i'e at Próvïdence, As through the sleeping towu; aud thence, Out in the night, Oü to the light, Down past the forma, lying white, he spedl As a hushand's grectiiiÊT, Böant no doubt, Yet to the womaú tdoidng ouí", Watching and waiting, no serenade, Love song or tuidu%]it roundelay Sftád what that„whistle Beeined to say : "ï'o my trust truo So love to you ! Workiiig or waiting, good night ! " it said. Briak yomix bagmen, tonrista finö, Oíd coimnutera ftlonff the line. Brakemen and porten glancdd nhpad, Smiled as the aignal, sharp, intense, Pierced through the sliadows of l'ruvidcnee - "STöthipfl anusa Nothing ' - it is Üuly üuild oekUing hia wife," thoy said. Snmmer and winter, the old refr.aïn Rang o'er the billows of ripcning Lrain, Pierced throogH the building bouht o'erhead, Fiew down the track wh&b tfai rp.l leaves burned Lihe living coala from the engine spuïucd ; Sang as it flew : ' To our (rust, truo, First of all Duty - GoüJ niglit," it said. And then, one night, it was hoarJ no moro, From Stoningttm over Rhpd? ïsland shoré, And the folk in Provïdence smiled ntid suid, As they turncd in their heds, "The enmeer lias once forgotten hia midnight cheer.' One on iy ki cv To nis trust trae Guild Iay onder his cMigiite, dead.