East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1861-10-15
Seleeted goetru.
Come this Way. Father ~
BY A. W. wfIpEs.

During short visit TO the scashore, In the sum
mer Of ls49, II was proposed ono bright afternoon
that we should make up party, and 60 down the
harbor fishing excursion.
We accordingly started, and after sailing about
three miles, young lady Of the company declined
going further, and requested to land her on Of
the small islands in tho harbor, where she proposed
to stay until our return. Ny little boy, then about
four years old preferred remaining with her so we
left them and proceeded some six miles further. We
rannainsd ont much Io-e. yuan We intended, and as
night approached thick fog set in from the sea,
entirely enshrouding us. Without compass, and not
knowing the right direction TO steer we groped our
way along for some hours until distinguished the
breaking Of the surf the rocks of one Of The is
lands, but were at loss TO know which one of them
stood up in the stern of the boat where had been
ened moment, and heard through tho thick fog
and above the breaking Of the surf tho sweet voice
of my boy calling "Come this way, father! Steer
straight for me-Pm waiting for you!' We steercd
by that sound and soon my little boy leaped to my
arms with joy, saying II knew you would hear me,
fatherp' aud nestled to sleep my bosom. The
child and the maiden both sleeping now. They
died in two short weeks after the period refer TO-
with hardly an interval Of time between their deaths
Now when tossed on tho rough sea Of lifo, without
compass guide, enyeloped in fog and surrounded
by rocks, seem to hear the sound Of that cherub
voice calling from the bright shore, "Come this way
father Steer straight for I'M" When oppressed
with sadness, take my way to cur quiet cemetery,
STILL rs stand by our little mound tho same musical
voice echoes from thoscc, "Come this way, father
PIn waiting for thee"
remember N voice
Which once guided my way,
When, lost on the sea-
Fog -enshrouded lay;
Twas the voice of a child
As he stood on the shore
IL sounded out clear
Der the dark billov's roar
"Come this way, my father
Steer straight for me,
Hero safe on the shore
am waiting for thee"
Ilromembor that voice,
As IL led our lone way
Midst rocks and through breakers
And high dashing spray;
How sweet TO my heart
Did it sound from the shore,
As it echoed out clear,
Der the dark pillows roar
"Come this way, my fathef.
Steer straight for mo,
Here safe on the shore
an Nuso
remember my Joy
When held to my breast
The form OF that dear one,
And soothed il to rest;
Fer the tones Of my child
Whispered soft to my ear,
~ called you, dear father
And knew you would hear
The voice of your darling
Far DER the dark soa,
While safe the shore
i was waiting for thee"
That voice now Is hushed
Which then guided my way
The form then pressed
IL now mingng with clay;
But the tones of my child |
Still sound in my ear
VI am calling you, father!
q can you not hear
The voice Of your darling,
As you toss on life's scat
Far on II bright shore
i am waiting for thee"
/ remember that voice
In many lono hour
IL speaks TO my heart
With fresh beauty and power,
And still echoes far out
o'er fe's troubled wave
And sounds from the loved lips
That lie in the grave,
"Come this way, my father
steer straight for mo!
Here, safely in Heaven,
/ am waiting for theoP