The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-04-19
From the Peoria Oily Democrat
II LIGHT IN THE WINDOW.
PALETTE.

High on lone mountain where tenn
pests fought their bowling battles
where winds lifted high the surging bill
lows which in time Of storms came
breaking their force against the rocky
walls to the ocean, stood a fishers cot.
A simple cot, facing the mysterious
deep. 1t was low Of itself, but high
above all else, with a single window.
Here lived fisher and his loved. A
bold, daring, fearless man, who trusted
in God, and in the morning went forth
to gather finny treasures from the Won
drous depths Of the ocean which at
times lay in sunlit smiles before him !;
anon dashing at the base of his high re-
treat, madly bowling because his home
could not be reached. In the morning
he went forth. Fondly to his heart he
pressed the watcher left behind. With
more than human tenderness, he left a
parting kiss onsthe lips Of her he loved,
a sentinel to guard the treasure his
humble home contained.
"And now darling, goodbye. Duty
calls me forth on the bosom of that Won
drous deep spread before us. tits but a
frail bark in which l venture, yet in
skillful hands, guided by a cool brain,
propelled by man of nerve, it is safer
than an iron-clad man-of-war. My heart
is left with thee to guard. Igo forth to
toll for her love. If the day be calm,
early will l return, and thine shall be
the lips to welcome-the eye to smile
upon me-thine the heart in which I'll
rest when finished are the weary labors
of the day. Should storms arise-my
voyage be delayed-the tempest over
take and death dispute my passage back
to thee, in this little window looking
ou upon the tathomlessdeep, high above
the homes OF others, place a light and
let it burn so long as the night and tenn
pest shall last. will watch. Piercing
the gloom will it reach me. High will
| look-surely will l see it-with brave
heart, will of iron and a muscle of
steel, will l fix my eye upon this my
star, and rowing to reach my heart, will
battle on till the light be reached and
the sentinel / leave on thy lips to guard
thy earnest heart shall let me in. Good
bye, my darling one!'
Forth went the bold fisherman. The
day was clear, the ocean waves sang
along the shores, sported on the white
sands, kissed the coyish shells, reached
up to caress the dropping branches OF
rock bound tree, played hide and seek
around the corners of jutting rocks, or
rOlleu away III Clie litule Cnvoiiio "hSio
away from the deep blue pillows left be-
hind they could tell to each other stories
of the past and join hopes for the future.
Out upon the deep went the fisher
man. Out and away. The day rolled
itself up to join the army of the past
The loved one on the hill was happy
and sang the hours away, for her heart
was light and her faith perfect. The
duties of the home We're done. The
lamp was made ready. With the moon
came a bugle call from the sea, calling
the truant waves back to their lines.
| The shells were left alone. The little
caverns We're deserted. Thehardy boughs
in rocky clefts were left trembling in
the wind. The waves gathered in
strength-the sky was overcast by clouds
darker than funeral pall-the bugle blast
! became hurricane-the sun was lost to