Inconstancy the same; And Ruin wildly sheds its gleam II. THE HOMELY PATHETIC. THE dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low; Yet, mother, dear, grant one request, Before your boy must go. Oh! lift me ere my spirit sinks, And ere my senses fail : Place me once more, O mother, dear! Astride the old fence-rail. The old fence-rail, the old fence-rail ! How oft these youthful legs, With Alice' and Ben Bolt's were hung Across those wooden pegs. 'Twas there the nauseating smoke Of my first pipe arose: O mother, dear! these agonies Are far less keen than those. Songs Without Sense. I know where lies the hazel dell, Where simple Nellie sleeps; I know the cot of Nettie Moore, I know the brookside and the mill: Beside the days when once I sat 241 GRANDMOTHER TENTERDEN. (MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800.) I MIND it was but yesterday, The sun was dim, the air was chill; The sails of my son's ship did fill,— My Jacob, who was cast away. He said, "God keep you, mother, dear," But did not turn to kiss his wife; They had some foolish, idle strife; Her tongue was like a two-edged knife, Howbeit that night I took no note Of sea nor sky, for all was drear; I marked not that the hills looked near, Nor that the moon, though curved and clear, Through curd-like scud did drive and float. Grandmother Tenterden. For with my darling went the joy Of autumn woods and meadows brown; It seemed as if the sun went down It was the middle of the night, 243 It was the middle of the night,— And there he stood! his seaman's dress Dripped from his garments constantly, I could not speak through cowardness. "I come through night and storm,” he said; “Through storm and night and death,” said he, "To kiss my wife, if it so be That strife still holds 'twixt her and me, For all beyond is Peace," he said. "The sea is His, and He who sent He stooped and kissed his sleeping wife, Now, when my darling kissed not me, And when the slow weeks brought him not, Somehow we spake of aught beside; For she, her hope upheld her pride; And I,-in me all hope had died, And my son passed as if forgot. |