The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-06-15

ridden over is a victory. Every
trough Of the sea you come out
from is a conquest. There is a
spirit guiding and protecting. Pull
away. The light is steady-not
here and there-but steady, and
each moment growing brighter as
the waves are conquered. Nearer,
nearer! yet nearerI
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The bark is moored-the freight
secured-the narrow path has been
climbed-the door opens from with
out.
Still by the window! Peering
into the darkness, trusting, for faith
is of God, still tending the light in
the window. The bowling blast
goes by. The door opens. Oh,
God in heaven! bless the watcher
by the window life is saved.
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Still the light burns. The win
dow is closed. 1t is not late. The
fire burns brightly on the hearth.
The sentinel on the lips has been
relieved. Safe in each other 5 arms
are the watcher and wrestler with
death. The storm may howl now
the bark is moored. The night
may be dark, but the cot on the hill
is warm and doubly lighted.
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There is a revel in the capitol
manse-there is a wilder revel of
joy in the united heart of those on
the hill. That cot is more of
mansion than the world dreams of
The watcher and the rover are re-
warded-their hearts are together,
their labor is done.
How clear the mooni The ocean
lies asleep far below, resting from
the conflict of yesterday-the battles
won-the sunbeams play around
the door and rest on the window
sillwhere so lately sat the lamp.
See yonder! Arm in arm wander
ing along the shore are the heroes
Of the night, happy and rewarded.
Boldly the fisherman climbs, care
fully he leads the way, springing
from rock to rock with her he loves
in his arms, resting on his heart,
secure in his strength, he climbs
high up the mountain sides, they
rest on messy ledges and with full |
hearts look back to the light in the
window.
Years dropped from the hand of
God into the abyss of time. The !
treacherous ocean never again lured |
the bold man from home, for the
taking of the day when storms
shook themselves out around him
were enough for life time. His
boat was saved for which he toiled.
The story of strength became
known. By cottage fires and by
castle board he was spoken of and
called at last to help guide the ship |
Of State over the reefs and billows.
But the cot on the mountain was
never forgotten. The fisher and his
love went to other scenes, arm in
arm; heart to heart; true to each
other, full of most wondrous love
and with the perfection of faith in
their hearts. She wore his image,
and he wore hers, and an anchor
jewel she had given him once upon
a time before he made his last ven
tnre on the deep, and more potent
than magic wand was their love to
each.
The cot was left alone and saved
for its mission was done. The good
nymphs and fairies of the deep, in
owe with her constancy and his
bravery, made that cot their palace
and ever after kept a light in the
window for the guidance of others.
When the night comes look abroad
md see lights in the windows kept
trimmed by some loved one. But
lot all the windows are visible!
There are those of the heart, wheth-
sr working or sleeping, where the ]
light of love is kept brightly burn I
ng for some one. God bless her,
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