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LOGGINGS. 99
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XVIII.—LONGINGS.
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When shall I be at rest ? My trembling h...
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"' Deai> ' ?—Did You Say Lie Was ' Dead ...
They were standing about in groups—fishermen , boatmen , boys—Quite a crowd of them therebut not the slightest noise .
_JStot a sound to be heard ; she , might have been there alone ; Not a sound to be heard but the ocean ' s heaving moan .
She ran among them there ; they look'd when they saw her come—Then They look an old 'd - from man . took man her to man hand , b and ut ev laid 'ry it tongue between was his dumb two . , —
His hands so broad and brown , and said , "My dear , is it you ? And why do you come down here ? you in are his better face and away smil , my d child . "
She knew the sailor well , she look'd up ' . " " But Why do I come MrStep ? I hens came came —I can and hardl told y me tell Charle why , " s was she said dead ; .
You know young who I . mean , " she said , " you have often seen him with me , And I don't believe harm could happen to such as he .
any And since we parted—why , it's not more than an hour ago;—You have been here all the day , you are always here I know . "
The old man look'd in her eyes—they were full of the light of love ; He look'd at her tiny hand—he look'd at the heav ' n above :
" Oh Oh , God God ! ! " who he shall slowl heal y said the —for hur he t of spoke this poor as in young terrible heart pain again — ?
. She My child saw , in " — that he look said no the more truth , but and look sunk 'd up on in the her sea face -beach with there a stare . —
" Thank God ! " he said , for just , then they were bearing her lover home , Her lover bruised by the cliff , and wet with the salt sea foam .
_*¦ -35- * _*» * - * The poor child lay on the beach unconscious of all around ;
She heard not the old man ' s words , nor the heavy muffled sound Of the fishermen's tramping feet as they bore her lover
by—Her lover—an hour ago , so handsome , so young—to die ! Alas ! when she shall awake from her heavy death-like swoon ,
Awake to her sorrow again , will it not seem too soon ? Too soon to know she must live through weary , weary days ,
And The li ni ght ht gone after out niht of must her life lie , the down purpose to know from she all shall her not ways sleep ; , gg
But with her _griefj through the hours , a wearisome vigil keep ; Must touch the books he touch'dsee the songs he used to sing ,
, And press , with anguish ' d heart , his pretty plighting ring : Must look and watch at the window as if lie would come once more ,
Her bright , her darling Charlie , dead on the cold sea-shore ! .
L . F .
Loggings. 99
_LOGGINGS . 99
Xviii.—Longings.
XVIII . —LONGINGS .
When Shall I Be At Rest ? My Trembling H...
When shall I be at rest ? My trembling heart « Grows weary of its burdensickening still
, With hope deferr'd . Oh ! that it were Thy will
To loose my bonds , and take me where Thou art !
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1862, page 99, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041862/page/27/
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