The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1868-05-21
r,I. Ballad OF TIiF sTORFK--A SCAN
DASAVIAN LEGEND.
DV HoSERT ICCHAyAS.

DT .oSEeI ECCHASAS.
The widow on the s;orm-tost shore on Den
rcs-k he- home,
Under .le shade of pleasant woods, close to
the salt sca-foam;
Eut little peace was in the hut, and grief
wss - r. door,
For day and night the widows thoughts
were tossing far from shore.
To HIM whose white foot stills the waves
and bids the storm he done.
The widow prayed upon her knees. to send
her back her son :;
Fer God had sent watery vim; to blow the
bcy away.
Anc 70 t;le indies he ksd sailed eli on sum-
rier's day.
"see. mother. mother :" cried the lad, ".hou
has; not lant or gold;
The dIl COW. Iastered % It's ring. grows dry
and wakes old
But running silver from this cup, the water
ssys 70 ue,
VIA. fool would starye ashore when wealth
is on the sea.
And sticking in his cap sprig Of green, lie
kissed her lips,
And lprsng awsy thst summer day, and row
ed among the ships;
And weeping on the beach she stands-sails
fill and pennons fly
He stands on deck and waves his cap-and
the great ship goes by.
Three years she waited wearily, and watched
with wea.y eyne,
And soun uron the threshold as she searched
tie s.7aighs sea-line;
And pale she t0Ssed on bed o straw, and
heard the waters moan;
And day sill came and went at sea, aud still
she was alone,
"Ah little one! an, w:iful onei now arc ye
fast asleep
TIC vs'e-s roar around your bones under
tie dreadful leep;
Your sleep is in the dark cold depths-you
cannot turn nor cry;
no mother now may keep You warm, or kiss
you where ye lie
70 XIX she hied full wearily upon each holy
dsy,
Ye:litlle peace tie kirk could giye-shc had
20 heart to pray,
But in September. when they read the tale
CT other years.
AsOut tle widows son of Nsin, her heart
vas full to tears.
Ttcn to the hut she weeping turned. and
wearied on once more,
And sadly watched tho tai, ash tree that grew
beside her door;
For there q SsorB had made his home for
many year, and he,
Was TOW ~ ancient Stork, and knew full
many far countree.
For every autumn on the roof he stood and
waved his wing
fheD c!oC1wards rose, and in the wind went
soouthward travelling;
And every spring on stately wing, back to
the hEt he hied-
FG: 90 the Red Sea had he Jared, with sum
mer for his guide.
And now the widow saw him rise, less fleet
Of wing and strong,
For &C Y he was an ancient Stork, nor would
Ame - she thought, with thee, old friend,
my ia Idle played full sweet;
Green leaves lie tied around thy neck, and
gave thee food 10 eat.
"Perchance thy sharp rou1d eye hath seen
what still is hic from me-
Ny little one afoat and dead upon the CLASSY
SEA.
Here hast thou dwelt for many year. and
and watched thY nes,
Bu: thou art powerless III thy turn to help
my heart to rest"
How power'ess? Gods mild win to work
what thing is quite unmeet'
where is the widows wandering son Wrapt
in his winding sheet?
Esy, on Moiocco's blazing shore with slaves
behold him 5. and
Weeping. he shakes chain, and looks to-
ward his native land
He heeds not yonder sweet-eyed slave. who
smiles to sootne his pain,
Nor yonder fat and turbaned Turk, who holds
him in his chain.
He thinks upon his mothers hut he bites
Gs bitter lips,