The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-13

Ceased to surge and TO swell in waves noun
tain high,
Ceased to toss its foam angrily up towards
the sky,
Ceased its horrible rear.
Then she stole from her cot, with her babe
closely pressed
Gainst her heart, which had wildly throbbed
in her breast
Through the wearisome night;
and She moved to the cliffs, which stood high
and steep,
And, with wide-staring eyes, looked out on
the deep
In the clear morning light.
That vast sea was as smooth as lake that's
at rest;
Not a wave could be seen upon its broad
breast
As it rolled to the land
Yet it silently swept far up on the beach,
Every time it came up striving higher 10
reach
Upon the bleak strand.
For a moment her heart was filed with af-
fright,
While she gael on the sea, lit by mornings
clear light,
And saw far and near,
ON the breast of the deep, bits of hull and of
mast,
Which told of the tempest that DER it had
passed
In that night bleak and drear.
Twas her fisherman husband for whom she
feared;
For his boat on the ocean she eagerly peered,
But no sail was in sight;
Then her eyes CHANGED to turn from the sea
to the land
And she saw a mans form lying still on the
sand
In the clear morning light.
Something strange in that form for a breath
stopped her heart,
Something known in that form caused the
life blood to dart
Through her bosom once more;
For moment she scarcely could gather her
BREATH
For & moment her face was as ghastly as
death,
AS she gazed at the shore.
Then she rushed to her hut, took the babe
from her breast,
And, leaving the child in his cradle to rest,
She FASTENED to go
Down the path, that was cut in the cliffs
rugged side.
10 the sands where the oceans still rising
tide
Came steady and slow.
With a fast beating heart along the dry
beach,
Which the incoming tide was trying to
reach,
She flew DER the ground;
IN the form which lay there, as if dead, on its
side,
In the spot where twas left by the last rising
tide,
Her husband was found
Al his side in an instant she dropped on her
knee,
And eagerly peered at his features to see
Were he living or dead;
But she saw that his face was as ghastly as
death,
And there came from his lips not even a
breath
As she lifted his head.
Then the shirt DER his breast she tore quickly
apart,
And her quivering hand she placed on his
heart
For moments brief space;
AS she felt his hearts throb, uncertain and
slight,
Her breast filed with joy, her eyes shone
with light
Which transformed her face
He was ghastly and cold as he lay on the
At the spot unto which he'd been swept on
the strand
BY that terrible storm,
But her heart leaped for joy in the breast of
that wife,
For sle'd felt his blood throb and she knew
there was life
In that almost dead form
With the strength of a giant, born of her
love,
She carried that form to the cliff-top above,
From the surf-beaten shore:
And she dared on the way not a moment to
rest,
Lest the heart that so family beat in his
breast
Should cease evermore.
To their cot, near at hand, her burden she
bore,
And, though her frame shook as she entered
the door,
Her heart did not quail;
Yet she sighed when she'd placed his form
on the bed,
For his eyes were wide staring as if he were
dead,
And his face ghastly pale.
With the courage of love she fought for his
life,
With the vigor of love she entered the strife
And conquered grim Death;
For she saw, in good time, light gleam in his
eye,
And she heard with delight from his bosom a
sigh,
And she felt his faint breath.
Love had won, as oft times it had won be
fore;
Love had won, as it will till our loving is
DER,
Till we pass from this earth;
Strength had come to her arms as her hus-
band she bore,
Strength had come to her frame that she'd
ne'er known before
Till love gave it birth
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