The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-06-15
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"A Light In the Window

! A4IGH on the top of a noun
II tain where tempests fought
! S5sJS their howling battles-where
ooS% winds lifted high the surging
pillows which in times of storm
came breaking their force against
the rocky walls to the ocean, stood
a fishers cot. A simple cot, facing
the mysterious deep. It was low ol
+, itself, but high above all else, with
but a single window. Here lived a
fisher and his loved. A bold, dar-
ing, fearless man, who trusted in
God, and in the morning went forth
to gather finny treasures from the
wondrous depths of the ocean,
which at times lay in sunlit smiles
before him; anon dashing at the
base of the high retreat, madly
howling because his home could
not be reached. In the morning he
went forth. Fondly to his heart
pressed he the watcher left behind.
With more than human kindness,
he left a parting kiss on the lips of
her he loved, a sentinel to guard the
treasure his humble home contain
ed.
"And now darling, goodbye
Duty calls me forth on the bosom
of that wondrous deep before US
1t is but a frail bark in which I
venture, yet in skillful hands, guild
ed by a cool brain, propelled by a
man Of nerve, it is safer than an
iron-clad man-of-war. My heart is
left with thee to guard. I go forth
to toll for her I love. If the day
be calm, early win I return, end
thine shall be the lips Jc Welcome
the eye to smile upon ne-thine the
heart i'll which I'll rest when finish
ed are the weary laboIs OF the day.
Should storms arise-my voyage be
deIayed-the tempest overtake and
death dispute my passage back to
thee, in this little window, looking
out Ipon the fathomless deep, high
above the homes Of others, place a
light and let it burn so long as the
night and the tempest shall last. ]
viii watch. Piercing the gloom
will it reach me. High will I look
surely will I see it-with brave
heart, a will of iron and muscle of
steel, will 1 fix my eye upon this my
star, and rowing, to reach my heart,
will battle on till the light be reach
ed and the sentinel I leave on thy
lips to guard thy earnest heart shall |
let me in. Goodbye my darling
onep'
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 /
5rees played hide and seek /
around the jutting rocks, or rolled
away in the little caverns, where
away from the deep blue biIIovs left
behind they could not tell each
other stories of the past and join
hopes for the future.
Out upon the deep went the fish
erman. Out and away. The day
,olled itself up to join the army of
he past. The loved one on the
lil was happy and sang the hours
lway, for her heart was light and
ler faith was perfect. The duties
If the home were done. The lamp
vas made ready. With the noon
,ame a bugle call from the ocean,
calling Che truant waves back to
heir lines. The shells we left alone.
The little caverns were. deserted
The hardy boughs and rocky clefts
we're left trembling in the wind
The waves gathered in strength
he sky was overcast by clouds
Iarker than a funeral paIl-the bu-
,le blast became a hurricane-the
un was lost to yiew-night came
n and the brave fisherman was far
t sea, battling for life and love, his
lark heavy with freight for the low
d one on the cliff.
"a light in the Window
Steady! Now fisherman, has
our star shone through the clouds.
there is a light in the window!
sod bless the one who sits and trims
he little lamp-her eye now down
ast-now peering out to pierce the
loom. The window is small but
he lamp is bright behind it, and
rom its intensity reaches far out
yer the clenched billows. God
less the one who has faith The
econds roll into minutes-the min
tes are strung on the voice of the
last, and form links reaching down ]