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Weaving The Web

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Parent Issue
Day
30
Month
March
Year
1882
Copyright
Public Domain
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"This mora I wiil weave my web," she tftld, As she stood by her loom in the roay light, And her young eyes, hopefully glad aud cleir . Follnwed after tho swallow'fl fligbt. "Ar sood as tliaday's flrr.t task's are done, VV'hile yet I ani fresh and Btroug," said ahe, "I will hasten to wersve th lieautiful web Wt(tBB pattern is knowu to noue bot D19." "I will weave ït fine, I wiü weav it Talr, And ah! how th colora wül Rlow," atio Bald, "So fadsli8? and strona will I wsavo my wb, 'Fhat perhaps it will live after I am dead" Butthe Biorning hmirs sped oa apace; The air grow iweet with the hreath of June; And the young love bid by the waitine oom, Timgled the thread as he hnmau d i tune. "Ah! lire is so rieh and fall," shecried, "And mom in short thoagh Uw day are long! Tliiu nooii I will weave my lieautiful wei), I will woave it carefully, 'luw and atrong." But th suii roso biti in tüe cioiniltss eJfy; Th burilen and heat of tb d:.y slu' hore; Anii lmlir nud tnither slie eai:i aud ve:it, While tlie loom stood sUII au it siood before. "Ahl life ia too bU8y at noon," ehe said, "My wel must walt till tii eveotidn, ïill thecommon vvorkof Lbdayis done. And my heart grovis calm ia tha silene wide!" So, one by oue tlie bours passed ou, 'f ill the ereepiug shaiiows liad louger ktowd ; Till the house was etill, aud the bretzes slept, Aad the singing birds to tlieir m'stö had flOWD. "And now I will weava my web," sue saii), As she turned to her ioeui ere eat ol sud, Aud laid her hands on the uuininK' tlireads To set them iu order, one by oae. Bat hand wns tired and heart was weak ; "I'in not as strong au I was," sigiied sbe, "And tho pattern 13 blurred, and the colora IHltt Are nol su brigbl nr fair to see!'' "i most walt, I tlüuir, üll another morn; I must o to uiy rost witü my work undone It is growiug to dark to weave," sbe crid. Af! lovver aid lower Bank the sun. Sbe droppBd tbe shuttle; the loom stood stitl, Tbe weaver Klept In tbe twiligbt gray. Dear luvirt; Wilt sbe weave her beautiful we la the golden light of a longer day ? UOSSXF. I eat iu the c-.re, vyhila jusl behiud i'wu Iadie3 thir nlmbla toogaes combiord fu eonversatioiJ, ueiugsuch As 'Tin so tired," nud "Ever so much " "How lovely!" '! know," He was so kind," "I feit so hadly," Tve half a mind," 'And did you sea tbose beautiful thingsi"' "How was it trimmed? ' "Such lovely stiiugu!" "Do come and see me," "Oh tbank yon, yep," "I8u't it awf al?'. "J U8t see my drese," "Oh, dear uie, do you thinkhim nice?" "My feet, I declare, ace as cold as iw!" And they talked of beaux and othor vanities, Of bracolets, rlnge, and such inanities. My saiB could no longer stand the jar, So I changed my Beat to Uie smoking car. A change indeed ! 'I .-, o men were there - And, truly, they were a precious pair! Thelr talk was vulgar, coarse and profane, They took thu name of God In vuin. And, getting weary of oath and curse, I went back to the gids thinking.

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