The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1862-03-13
aprrrrsbara Scnrtth.
Iosr-soMEpoOY,s CHILD.
ny THOMAS MAcKELLAR.

Yet som boly's child is lost, say,
This night 50 bitterly c,,A,
Some inpoc,nt lamb has gonc astrsy
Unwittingly from Us fold.
tBellman OH. b,llmau, whose child is lost ?"
And grasp my sttir and cloak
but the ringer over the void has crossd
Before hardly spoke.
The naighbors soon gather, aud far anl near
We pry into ditch and fen,
TIL, bark an answering shout hear
The rover IL found again
All mother. fond mother, your heart is light
With Joe to your bosom bound
But mlny a child is lost tonight,
Who'll never, no, never be found
AT sou,ebo VS. chill ia lost tonight,
While the wind Is high and hoarsc,
Aud the scud ling ship like bird fright
Flies shivcring On It's courSc.
She suddenly drops in the yawuiug deep
As never to return
SIZE leaps atop tho watcry steep,
A crea sing from st,m 20 stern.
Hold well, good bark for q scoro Of livcs
Comprise thy costliesi fr,igmj
Else loving mother, nnl maids, and wives
VIII ever he dcsolltr.
AMI woll she holls, with a single sail
0utsprcad tn guile her way,
While all the furiea oC thI gals
Around her bulyar ply
Tne sailor boy, with fearful heart.
Sighs tor his distant homo,
Aud the hasty tairs from hiJ syclids Start
And drop in the briny foam.
In the months agons father siEh'd
And a mother trcmhl \ with fears
But that fathers law hal n, lchci,
Had he scorn'd that IN ther's tcars.
The pitiless blast now lulclIs his grief,
And hugo and hungry wAvo
Bears him away bcy)n( relief
70 the depths vt an ocean grave.
The brand is blazing upon the hearth,
The work Of the Jay is done,
An the fathers heart ruS3 over the earth
IN search of the wan lring son.
"Oh whore is our plor by TO night
This night so bleak and wild ;"
The moth shuts her eyes to tho light
And iuly prays for her child
The busy noodles all cease their flight
Whilo their hearts say, " Where is he "
Tncy dream not he has sunken from sight
Down. down, down in the scd.
The mother may pray and she may weep
pll sho weep her life, away,
But never moro will Shr find the sheep
That wiliully went os!rAy.
Somebody's child Is lost tonight
On sDrrnw Is on the day
When virgins fame is mtr'd with blight
That cannot be cleans 'd away,
An humo'r' 'aml'y Nl' IN inc Rloon'
bemotning thelr hop'i 50 s',an''-
NWMn lha' Soe were Sa'e w voc 'o'no
With honor upon her nam
While dcck'1 in garments of satin and sin
The tIlnn daughter ! wccn.
Is scorchd with fever Of heart within,
Though rligning "a wlnton Qucon,
mnrcirul Father is This the lill
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Honeooy oh',n Is IoS' 'o'h E"'-
~ WIDOW "n'y SON.
WIN brow as 'Ght hn" eye ~ n''Hh'
as vow ever looN'' UI.n
" Ana ho Wlll hc my stay
Yer WolNS Msfe ,nIl Si"Nyn
nen am "'H ana my nn't ~ E',N =,
Ana Hly natnrd, Styhtth u oloNoh'
Her mothtriN SonI WIN Prl"' o 'r'r'n
as the lad grew up 10 tNE oS'"'' o' man.
Ana Shr S1t III he' !"!'
nat nobody poY
Gould nlntoh her paragon ny Spon'
I'm stole aohg' An1 her '''NS "''' H'N
but her hcart hau '1H' Us Prd'i
for the man haa wanuer so y" a'"'F'
Iwere better the e2y m hH u''u,
a loatasom', Nlf, nnI G'oGI'lhE tU"hE
Stung by the iatal S'll-Norn' sung,
Desplsed OF man, 'oniemn!nE Hoa'
NhoreNlth ms passions sGonTEeu MN Noro
Illl, talntng, ne eoM'd 'e'l no m"lr,
Ah SomapouyS ch''' was lVS' IN MN
When no TOOK mp
The Wdssoil cup.
AM s'pph perdtuon from ''s or'm'
Then his manhood dlea,
Ana the beautiful boy
W ms mothers pnd'
Spllld IN the sand the cup OF nor
Instead she guard
wormwood draught
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