Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-07-04


USfotbe- ssar what is the water saying?
Mother dear why does the wild sea rear
fry the children or. the white sand PLAYING
on the white sand, ba.f mie from sdofe'
.sTfttle ones, fear storm - growing
Conc away on. let NJ hasten home!"
cans the mother; and the wind II blowing,
Flashug 40 million ewes OF foam.
..,,ot,,or yee orr fontprints az we follow
Nothar dear what Grlwls along before?
frccrirg rUund aud round, thro' creek and hollow,
Runs ,he tide between them aiid inc shoie'
~ Hasten ~ cries the mother, forward lying,
Hasten, or we perish It's the tide y
led by her afIrighted now and crying,
Fly the children, barefoot, at her SIDE.
mother dear, the sea is coming after
Mother. 'tis between rs and the land.
Looking back, they gee the waves with laughter
Wash their little shoes from OIL the SAND. ;,
"Ouickcrl" screams the mother, quicker, quicAer'
Fast they dy before the sullen sahd.
step by step the mothers heart grows seeker,
inch by inch the sea crceps round and round.
Mother In the water We are Wadng;
Mother ID grows deeper as We CO."
1" Hasten. children, hasten day IL fading
Higher creeps the tide so black and slow
Nav but at each step the waves grow deeper,
Turn iris way ~ but there It's deeper still
stu the sen lTeathes Ike drunken sleeper -,
Still the foam crawls, and the wind blows sAriD'
'Hother. there Is land, all green and dry land,
Grass upon II growing, and Tree !"
A ur0rnoutory ;urncd into a. island,
Upsprings there IN the eyor-rising sea.
Mother It's deep, and we are dripping
Mother we are sinking! Haste, on, haste y
In her arms uplifting tham and gripping,
on she plauges, wading TO the waist.
Mother get ne down among the grasses
" Mother we are hungry !Ythey now cry;
Watching the bright water as 1t passes,
There they sit between The sea and sky,
ipter crnWls the sea, with deep intoning,
r.s. 80 N,.,, I-Fr,ar RI far ar
HTS the high tide - cries the mother, moaning,
Coming only once IN many year J.
Higher higher tapping round the island
Flows the water with sound fororn,
Those are flowers tits suatthtng from the dry land
Pale primroses sweet and newly born,
Smaller grows the isle whera they SIT Soboing,
Darker grows the dag on every side
Whittier grows the mother, with heart throbbing
Madly, as che marks the fasil TIDE;
"Chfdren cling round me hold me faster
KISS mo God is going to take oil three
Say the prayer taught you-He is Master
lie is Lord and his hands lie we
Flowers tho tide is snaching beforci
WIN il snatch these hurnau flowers also?
Where they cling, sad creatures OF the ehoreF
Nay, for ocr the tide a boat ia stealing
ON their nantes a man strong voice doth cry;
GOOD Do praised' the mother crjeth, kneohng,
Gle hath heard our prayer, and help IS nigh Y
Father :" CRY the children, A" this way, father
Here We ore ~ aloud cry girl and boy
comes iho bolt, the children round It gather,
But the mother smiles and taiuta for Joy.
In hiH strong arms his pale spouse uplifting,
Hy her side ~ sets the children two;
Through the twilight shoreTard they ere drifting,
While IA, pale stars Rlmmer in the blue.
Round them in the tranquil evening weather
An the scene seems strange as strange can boz
Waves that wash green fields and knobs OF heath +,
Lonely trees up-peepiug from the sea.
Good Words.