Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-11-14
ANNIE LEE.
BY COLONEL JOHN A. 5OTt

THE facts of this poetic story are from acti.
| by relative OF annie Lee" whose father
was wrecker on the NoTta Atlantic coast
| The sailor boy, lover and maniac have long
since passed over the river OF time, but tne
memory OF their fate still fingers In loving
| hearts.
| Resting on a crag, gaze upon the deep,
| While ocean zephyrs lull the waves - sleep,
And Wild birds sc canning in their hOmeward
fight
Hasten tue shadows OF returning night.
| The sun is sinking In the lonely wave,
The cricket chirps beside the grass-grown
The harvest moon is rising into view;
Sad and alone, I'm tn mixing, dear OF you.
/ our bark is bounding DER the desp blue sea
Your heart is thinking now of home and me
While fairy messengers impart the charm,
| That God viii watch and save you from all
harm.
The winds are up and lash the osean Wild,
The sky has changed; aud storm clouds are
piled
Upon the bosom OF the rolling sea,
That chants requiem back to Annie Lee.
Ny heart /, sinking like the sun at rest,
Whose light is smothered In the distant west
let hope is PROMPT and Iondly turns to say
The darkest night brings in the brightest day
| Wait Jill the morning when the sunlight
Upon the ocean tide, where Orion shakes
His glory on the world; in peace and love
Thy soul shall bask in glory from above.
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n no wanders lonely on foreign shore,
And sends across the deep phantom sigh,
still sounding in thy soul his last good bye;
AS on the beach he class ed your angel form
Before he launched alone to wave and storm,
Ten years roll by, and Annie waits SO true
For MIN who wanders DER the ocean blue;
And in her heart the light OF love still z Ows
For Harry Moore, who, lost to friends and
foes
Long Since, Dame Rumor, buried down at sea,
fl,, hon rI,s fNFV hx-H nPlf Inc
Who, through the creeping years, would weep
AT sunset hour upon that mountain crag,
Where last she saw that ship that held her
Vanish ike a dream upon the bounding tide.
A parents opportunities at last prevailed
And Annie, as bride, in heart bewailedt
The hour that tied the silver k OF in haste
Upon soul repentant, like waste
Where sun and sand shine out against the
And only one green spot in memory nigh.
Arrayed in spotless " mite, fair Annie God
with Charlie Cooper innocent and good,
Whose heartfelt huLter rose in love and life
With Annie Lee, the beauty, bride ana wife!
No! not wife to him. The parson just began
The marriage service, when, strange and
alone, man
5teppfd on the scene, claimed Auckland
hat Annie Lee was wife to Harry Moore;
Who, then and there, produced the legal
p.ize
That ten long years he'd worl in foreign skies;
That voice and parchment brought to Annie's
The iondest mortal, always true and kind.
She aised her eyes; with Outstretched arms
she flew
To Harry Moore, who clasped her form anew,
Ard kissed the lovely lips of Annie Lee,
Who only mocke the marriage but to see
How fate would end the troubles and the
strife,
OF one who knew herself loving wife,
And placed beneath her belt in secret joy
dagger sharp, and keenly to destroy
The heart and soul that loved sailor boy
Charley Cooper gazed in wild alarm,
With bounding steps he rushed into the
storm,
And ief the cot where oft the fires Of love
ShOne on his soul like glory from above;
Throughout the night he wandered far and
wide,
a raving maniac with aphantom bride,
That lured him to the top of Ocean Cave,
And, leaping high in air, sunk meath the
wave,
That wrapped him in alonely, wat'ry grave,
Annie Lee would often stroll upon the strand
With Charley Moore and Harry, hand-in-
hand,
And to her budding boy would tell hOw-long
The ocean drank poor Cooper and his woe.
Fifty years have passed, and yet Is seen
The tragic rock, with living )rests green
its hesd, and signing to the wave
That huns requiem DER COOper's grave.
And as the stranger Wenders to the spO.
Where love once nestled in the glowing cot,
The broken bearthstone only me Is the view,
4 nd tangled wild weeds mingies with the few
Sad relics; that time and tide have set
On memOry's altar-uever 10 forget!
1 wo lonely graves upon the hill we meet,
The sad sea sighing loud, while at our feet
The bue'bells peep in modest, radiant charm,
The briar runS-neglected is the farm
That once supported Harry Moore and Annie
Lee,
Asleep in purest love down by the sounding
sea!