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The Fisherman's Wife

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Day
17
Month
December
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
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The wind bloweth milclly; sho stand on thê ehore; Slie sluiililcrs to hear t. and will cvermore. The rush of tho waves as tbey rose and they feil, Everuiorc toher funcv will sound ltke a kncll! "When, mothcr, dear uiolher, wlll father re turn? uil inpiier ia roady, the sticks brlghtly bnrn; llis cliair is bcaidc tliem, wich dry shoes and coa t, I'm longingto kisshlm,- oh, where is thoboat? "Why does he not come with hU flsh on his arm? He mífíí want lus supper, - lio can not bc wiinn, I'll strokc liis cold chcek, with bis ivet bair 111 play; I want so to kiss him,- oh, why does he stay?" Cuhecding the voice of that ijnittler, she stood To watcta the wild -war of the tempest and nood ; One litcle black speek in the distance doth float; 'Tis her world- 'tis her life- 'tis her flsherman's boat. Her poor benrt beats madly 'twixt hope and despair, She watches his boat with a wild, glassy tit.-ire; Ah! 'lis hiil beneath torrente of silvery spray! Ah! 'tis bnried 'inid chasms that yawn for their prey! Over niountains of horrible waves it is tost; It is far - t is near - it is safe - itis lotstl The proud waves of ocean, unhucding rush on, But, alas forthe littlc black speek- it is gonel Oh! weep for the fisherman's boat; but weep more For the desolate woman that stands on the shore; She flie6 to her home witha shrill cry of pain, To that home wticre her loved oue returns not again. All night she sits speechless, her child weeping near. But no sob shakes her bosom, her cye fccls no tear; In heart broken, motionless, stuptil despnir. She sits gazing on- at lus coat and his chuir. Hark! a click at tho laten- a hand opens the door; 'Tis a step- her heart leaps- 'tis tiis step on l li e floor ; lic stands thcre before her all drinpingand wet, But his smile and his kiaa have warm life in them yet. Ile is here, he is safe, though his boat is a wreek; He sink8 in his chair, while herarms clasp his neck, Andasweet little voice in his ear whispers thls, "Do kiss mo, dear fathcr! I long for a kies." -Pi m "Pm ma wittíc i fnr a Chili."

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Old News
Ann Arbor Argus