The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-02-26
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OUTSIDE THE GATE.
BY H. A. FOSTER.

BY H. A. FOSTER.
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''No, Johnny, mol cannot go, t
'Tss useless quite to ask it,
Unless you wait outside the gate
TIL 1 have filed my basket"
The sunlight fair fell on her hair
So golden and so curly,
And eyes of blue, like gems of dew. isH 7r
Sparkled in the morning early. le fs4
"Pshaw, Jenny Dean, I'm not so mean
Nor lazy as to will it; assa
Ha. hal to wait outside the gate; m .-
I'll come and help you fill it.
''The baskets small, but are these all . -fa
The chips you've gathered in it,
Well, never mind-we'n work and find
All done in just minute" ..-..-
And Jenny's smile, was sweet the while
Young Johnny wondered whether ia-
She could have done the task alone
And so they worked together.
Years passad away, and summer gay
Led forth her happy hours,
With sweetest tune which bind of June
Fer sung in rosy bowers:
A maiden fair with wavy hair
Her pensiye brow adorning,
Eyes dimmed with tears-nor sees nor hears
Aught of that bright June morning.
"Ah, Jenny Dean, what does it mean 81
Those tears from "child grown older!"
Her pen in hand so near we stand
Let's just peep Ger her shoulder.
Johnny, my friend, this note must end
Our seasons of communion;
There cannot be for you or me;
Other than friendships union.
"Fortune has shed upon your head
Her treasures bright and golden;
While all rare dreams of far off CLEANS
From me have been withhoIden.
Divergence wide our paths divides.
My lot is poor and lonely,
But do not think cannot drink
The cup mixed for me only
"Our childhood day has passed away,
It's hopes 1 would not rally;
You'll seek no bride to grace your side
Whose path leads through the valley.
"And now adieu; III think of you
As sister thinks of brother;
Heaven bless the bond so true, so fond;
And help you--love- t#e
Fair Luna's ray has found its way
In through the open shutter,
Where zephyrs low fit to and fro
With faintest pinion hutter.
The busy feet that tread the street
Heed not the maiden lonely,
Till from the throng which sweep along,
One step she hears-one only.
And Jenny's eyes tell glad surprise
Herquiet mien would smother;
She gives her hand with smile SO bland
81 greet you as brother"
"Will Jenny dear be pleased to hear
A tale of olden glory
Of hero boldi Twill soon be told;
Please listen to my story.
"He owned boat builded to float
Rich cargoes DER the ocean;
No prouder sail e'r caught the gale,
Or dared the waves eommotion.
When he would launch his vessel staunch,
He called his aid 50 bonny,
Come, do not wait-you shall be mate,
And I'll be Captain johnny
"The little girl brushed back a curl;
Said she-'You need not ask it;
like your ships, but with these chips
first must fill my basket ---
=" I've work to dO;'-and eyes of blue
Peeped archly from her bonnet;
But ifyOu'l wait outside the gate,
III come when have done it,
"What did he say, brave Captain Ji
No, Jenny, I'm not willing
Idly to wait outside the gate
I'll have hand in fllingI'
"'Twas long ago, but do you know
In dark or sunny weather
Or gathering chips on launching ships,
Was better done together,
"Life's burdens great; why should he wait
For fortune, fame, or gloryl
Her weight of care should not he shared
What think you Of my storyl"
I'm sure heard one little word,
Then laughed the maiden bonny-
"You need not wait, I viii be mate
Ifyou'n be Captain Johnny"
'EREA, o.