So lay it by with reverent care—

It is a woman’s hair.

[Pg 47]

[Pg 47]

[Pg 48]

[Pg 48]

THE SAILOR’S WIFE.

THE SAILOR’S WIFE.

Tears newly shed, and scarcely dried:

She clasps the infant at her side.

Those parted lips that faintly smile—

In heart too young for care or guile.

But quivering lip, and knotted brow,

The fearful dream that haunts her now.

Wails from the depths of cloudy space;

When death and he are face to face.

[Pg 49]

They ring upon her startled ear:

That tells of agony and fear:

With a vexed and life-like motion,

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