Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1883-03-29
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THURSDAY RvEN'a, MARCH 90. 1888.

1.-THE sun is bright, the sky Is clear.
The wind blows soft and free;
For that the larder runneth low.
Go thou ashore" said she.
sKeep thou the watch, then. wife OF mine:
Farewell, farewell :" he cried.
Tho lake was blue, away he new.
Across the waters wide.
The shining hours ran on apace.
Till day was almost done;
Then, swift and dark, the angry clouds
Put out the sullen sun.
The fierce winds roarej, the tempest beat;
Brave Kalstrom gave moan;
Far up within the lighthouse tower
His young wife watched alone.
Three times his trusty boat re launched,
With strong, determined hands:
And thrice the rude waves hurled Il back
Upon the treacherous sands.
But Is with straining eyes he gazed,
Clear shining like a star,
The red rays from the lighthouse tower
Streamed steadily and far
Day dawned, day waned, but Der the lake
Still swept the furious b'ast.
All day, all night. young Kalstrom ragged
A lion Gagged at last.
"Now, by yon heavens!' he cried, mot here
Another night III tarry;
Come life or DEATH III risk the waves
And bread to Lisa carry! !"
Up in the lonely lighthouse toacr
Pale Lisa prayed ana wept;
While round her lashed by furious winds,
The mad white surges leapt
O weary watch! O doleful days.
O pain of heart and limb!
awful dread, when far away
Upon the worlds wide rim
She saw a little dancing Geek!
Was it a boat boat?
Dear God, on those wild bowling waves,
What keel might hope to float?
Swiftly the darksome night came down, :,
The world was blotted out,
When from below her lofty tower
She heard her husbands shout:
"Ho, Lisa! no: a rope roper"
Tho easement wide she filings;
The cold spray dashes in her face
The boat beneath her swings!
Swiftly the knottcd moose she threw
snow pull, lass, pull" cried he;
While up his costly freight she drew
Safe from the hungry sea.
Back sped the coil. Beneath his arms
Scarce had he drawn 1t tight
When great waves swamped the rocking boat,
And swept it out OF sight;
While he clung quivering to the wall,
All bruised and sore Destsad.
The raging surf beneath his feet,
The binding storm o'erhead!
Then cheerily rang Lisa's voice
Through the tumultuOus din:
''Hold fast, hold fast, my husband brave,
For thou and l will win!'
On the taunt rope she tugged and strained;
Up, up he climbed and swung,
While to each crevice In the wall
With hands and feet he clung,
TIL he could see her soft, dark eyes
Above the window-sill.
Then came a mighty sweeping wind,
And wrought them grievous ill!
1t tore his strong hands from the wall,
1t hurled him in the lake;
Drowning the shriek OF wild dismay
From Lisas lips that brake
But, swift as thought, her brave young arms
Paid out the longthening line;
1t held him in the rushing surge
Twas like a hand divine.
Then once once more that faithful wife
Her heavy task essayed:
Up, up beside the lighthouse tower
Once more the strong man swayed.
He grasped the window sill at last
Kalstrom. veil your eyes.
For brcathless on the oaken floor
Your PEI rless Lisa lies.
Nay, ask me not! Ny lips refuse
To tell the direful tale,
Lest woman's cheek should turn too white,
And feeble hearts should quail.
But oh. ye high souls who have borne
All pangs tor loves sweet sake.
Nor shrank beside the cruel rack.
The fagot or the stake;
ye faithful ones, who, undismaye'l,
For love have yielded life,
Open your ranks and give her ROOM
Brave Kalstrom's Drawer wife!
Julia C. r. Dorr, in " Our Continent"