The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1883-04-28
VOLUME XIV.
KALSTR0M,s WIFI

The sun is bright, the sky l. clear
Tue wind blows soft and free;
For that the larder runneth low,
TO thou ashore" said she.
Keep thou the watch, then, wife of mine;
Farewell. farewell" he cried
Inc lake was blue, away he flew,
Across the waters wide.
The shining hours ran on apaca,
I'LL day was almost done:
Inen, swift and dark, the angry clouds
fut out the sulien sun.
TIE fierce winds roared. the tempest beat;
=, sraVe kaistrom gave moan;
AZ up within the lighthouse tower
his young wife. watched alone.
rec times his trusty boat he launched.
18th strong, determined hands;
Lag thrice the rude waves hurled IL back
upon the treacherous sands.
But az with straining eyes he gazed.
Clear shining like a star,
I4e red rays from the lighthouse tower
Streamed steadily and far!
Day dawned, day waned, but DER the lake
Still swept the furious blast
All DAY, all night, young kalstrom ragged
lion Gagged at last.
Now, by yon heavens!" he cried mot hers
Another night I'll tarry;
Come life or death, I'll risk the waves
And bread to Lisa carry
Up in the lonely lighthouse tower
Pale Lisa prayed and wept:
While round her. dashed by furious winds,
Inc mad white surges leapt.
weary watch. o doleful days!
pain of heart and limb.
" awful dread, when far away
Upon the worlds wide rim
She saw little dancing heck!
Was it a boat? A boat.
Dear God, on those wild, bowling waves,
what keel might hope to flOatI
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. rope!"
The easement wide she things;
The cold spray dashes in her face
The boat beneath her swingsi
Swiftly the l1notted moose she threw;
Now 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 be chung quivering to the wall,
All bruised and sore bestead
The raging surf beneath his feet,
The binding storm o'erheadi
Then oheerily rang Lisa's voice
through the tumultuous din:
Hold fast, hold fast, my husband brave,
For thou and will win"
On the taut rope she tugged and strained:
Up, up he climbed and swung
While to each crevice in the wall
With hands and feet he clung,
Till he could see her soft dark ewes
Above the window-sill.
Then came mighty sweeping wind.
And wrought them grievous ill!
1t tore , his s tire, hands fd from the wall,
Drowning the shrek of wild dismay
From Lisas lips that brake.
But, swift as thought, her brave young arms
Paid out the lengthening line;
1t held him in the rushing surge
Twas like Il 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
Q kalstrOm, veil your eyes,
For breathess on the oaken floor
Your peerless Lisa lies.
Nay, ask me not! Ny lips refuse
To tell the direful tale,
Lest womans cheek should turn too white,
And feeble hearts should quail.
But oh, ye high souls, who have borne
All pangs for loves sweet sake,
Nor shrank beside the cruel rack,
The fagot or the stake;
Ye faithful ones, who, undismayed
For love have yielded life,
open your ranks and give her room
Brave kalstrom's drawer wife.
Julia G. r. Dorr, in the Continent