The Portage County Democrat. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1863-08-19

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How grand, and solemn the night isi 80 sf,, &c
WIN there be wind, wonder
There's good ship out on thebeautifui sea-, go
Driftine the black eiopds under. .si 2sioi atil :
IN from the storm? No nothing
Can harm me here. IsFonld rather g ''-its
sitfer an hour in my rocky bower IS IL taI5gs9
Watching the tempest gather. ,fa E7aG 80
Al m how the terrible thunder roarst 9o1 eEiIs
Bow the fierce, fierce blaze is flashing, sligo
Red'ning the beach at my very feet 5: ,,l.tf47sg 4
Where the slumberless waves are dashing.
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How strangely troubied,my heart Isl. ~ ssd aoilos
No matter.-,tviH soon be resting. sa7r, sf{t az
II is staunch and strong--the doar old ship
-Thasths Wild, Wild storm IL bfeasting.
haI Eedax taai sihi bh& .TJiToiffH yIint5f
How dreadfully dark 1t is groyingIs5 q5sau1 q Il
Can It be that the gale increases r. ~,
Andis that the wfcck OF fairy boat % 9 : : %
That the biitows have dashed to pieces = q x u
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o heart-be still Twas only the wind
Ystit seemed that the cry was human, H...fN y
Andd thousht--.twas fAlseLeat Thou ughl Isaw ies
The Paisrsyees lace of siwoman.oo-uc5 ylla 50
Then The lightning flashed, and the fearful waves
GHzisway TO the shore were lift d:s-bds aefn 80
God what if the bark thai bearsth him. io ba1bd
e Onto oh he rocks bad drifsedt m 74ss1s aid 10
whocallsd me u Somebody called ny Iams,s mssi IS -"
iAnd Iciasp yeoId hands tighters-ss s9Hff;3
am sure could see the good ship now, vEg,gfg.
If 'twere only a little lighter. ,s
Listen l--Sarsly hear his voice, ia5SCjzei 10 Z
Itstealeth the deep sea over, frI-z .s cd y sst
Like the blue birds chime, in the olden time,
Through the blossoming fields OF cloveri
Coming! know By my own hushed heast;-- ia
But the black ness shuts my y;yision--,,,;..,,.zs
lean only walt at the shining gate
That tho angels named Elysian. % asffh2 9ii3 y
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Hark how the wind shrieks throi the gray rocksi
Some ship will go under the pillows;
And somebody's darling win slumber tonight, ; IL
with onlyt the sea for a pillow. q GdoG ,l1i
Not mine! Hark--svas II his voice7
1t seemed the wall Of the dying; 5i9sS5 sii1i ll'
Q. .christ--dear Christi a moments light asa ~ y
To see where the ship is lying a., e1syAig1ss5;l
1t eomesf Ger the breast or the restless deep i'
The sharp, red lightning flashes. .ftiaGIeaiiIor
And with The speed Of the hunted fawn, Heap ~
where the angriest biliow dashes.
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How,the fierce storm beats on my bosom i-1ii EieE
How fearfslly cold it is growingii lsiia s51l57,
is there rest, and blesseiness, o God
the shipwreck'd souls are going
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9 Three weeks since the night of the tempest9 k,s
: Three Deeks since You found me lying
B With still white lips-where the wrecks Of ships
: Were driftipg--and tho'sime dying9 2liivf gala
God is good THAT he loved my darling
And saved hirn--I cannot wonderi
: But alas+-alas for the brave, brave hearts,
That are lying the blue waves underi
4 God is Soodi-and 'tis blessed sitting
So sWeetly calm, and idie,a - s<
: Watching white fngers fashior the robe = 's'>A
y For gay September bridal. a,llsa e,Iaf Tsla
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