The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-01-15
THE LOST LOVER.

A good ship sailed out on the sea,
And bore my lover far from me;
With wind-puffed sails so fresh and free,
And left me sad and lonely as could be.
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We'd been dear friends since childhoods days,
Together played our youthful plays;
We both were but of humble birth
But that did never check our m1rth-
Our fathers both were fishermen
Who cruised and fshed along the coast;
Sometimes they'd take us with them, then
Of those rare times we'd make the most.
Our homes were huts, close by the sea-
Half made of timbers washed ashore;
Though poor, from cares and troubles free,
With health. we wanted little more.
III.
And so our youthful days passed by
In one sweet dream of happiness,
We'd rarnble and we'd Chamber high,
And neither loved the other less.
Bnt as dear Frank did older grow
Strong passion for the sea he'd show,
And well think that sad day when
Although he was but scarcely ten
He told me, in exulting glee.
He'd go away from me ERE long EeyNs
To some great city by the sea,
And to his uncles ship belong;
How grieved when at last he went,
And hardly could be oomforted;&
How many months and years had spent
Ere his remem bI aLce dear had fled.
V.
How slowly year by. year had fown
And he at last returned again,
To robust, stalwart manhood grown; ,.. .
And had come back, here to remain.
He sought me soon, and then | found
That he had sailed the whole world round;
Ere long we loved each other more
Than we had loved those years before;
Two years he stayed and those two years
We're happiest years of all my life
What more than love ones life endears?
ForI was then his promised wife. t'
And then again he went away;
This time he went to toll for me;
The eve before thu mbarking day
We took stroll down by the sea.
VII.
He spoke to me of his return, g.
What riches then he would possess,
How then he would the ocean spun;
And of our life OF happiness.
Next morn ship hove near our bay
Which was to carry him away;
I'd keep him not, he must not stay,
loved him much, yet could but say:
$50, darling! go, but leave the sea
Soon as you can and come to me-" i.'
A moment, then, he held my hand
His comrades waited on the strand .
AS we stood lingering on the sand;
few warm words of love. and then
A kiss, and joined the waiting men;
All broken now did seem the band
or love as he sped from the land.
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Years waited, long and dreary,
Til at delay my soul grew weary;
And often when I'd kneel to pray
I'D pray for him, so far away,
And hope him back some future day.
But yet it seemed that fate denied,
That should ever be his bride.
At last took it as Gods will =
And bade my rebel heart be still. 70
One night wnen father came from cruize st.y
He brought paper with the news;
My gruff, old father loved me WE'LL
And summed the news he had to tell:
-'Daughter,'i he said, he pitied 1ne.
- This paper tells bad news from sea-
guessed the rest; all! but too WE'LL
And fainting in his arms 1 fell.
The noble ship was fiercely wrecked.
When stormy waves with foam were fecked;
My lovers buried in the sea.
OIL why, ask, should it thus be-
That he should not come hack to me?
Ohi Frank my love for you was great
How proud was of you.
Remorseless, cruel hand OF fate,
10 you we all subdue.
Iowa CITY, Iowa. HALLET H. HEWITT.