Putnam patriot., 1914-09-18

Of wild flowers showing, and arehing
 roof Of lilies above 1t, the web and wool Of the fiaxen cloth, like a scottish
 plaid, In the Ioom of the household was
 being made Ffom early Gill late with her ready
 hands Thus Mary Mason spun dainty strands; And B. she wrought, like bird in
 June, Her voice and her heart sang the old
 loxc-tuHe Til a light kindied gp in her soft blue eyes And under the brightness Of summer
 skies She seemed to see In a pleasant glade OFefarched by the naples peaceful In this dear old town where we now reside l With houses of plenty on every side, ] 4 beautiful home, her home, al fair, With flowers around il, and children there, And joy, and duty, and toil 50 sweet Where love is tue pfompter of. willing
 feet. But the fond dream died, and the pie
 lure passed From her heart away, AS outward she Her glances about her, and saw the
 snow Filing the window. or felt the glow Ol tue hearthdfe dame Ibeaming up in
 her face Til il touched her cheek with is gen
 tie grace, And lighted tue fude-furnished room And naffow-w alled, with tender
 flame. Then a smile stole over her face as she thought What vagrant fancies had inter
 wrought, And tangled themselves in her child
 ish brain. And uttered their voice in the old re-
 ffain:-
 Go around and around
 My wheel for me,
 I'll my bonnie good ship
 Comes over the sea.
 And around and around
 Go all the day,
 Till ye bring me my love
 From afar away. And she said to herself. "I must not
 repine, Or wish for lot that were other than
 mine, For If he comes not who one summers
 day Told me he loved me, and went his
 way, Then-but no, for truly it ne'er can be That he has forgotten his love flor me, And when the Spring with her soft
 ened hands Shall break from the river it's icy bands He will come with his boat on it's
 quiet tide To take me away as his happy bride. ' An, beautiful river with Indian name, Gliding noiseiessy down through
 meadow and plain, And bearing along, on thy winding
 way, As l sit beside thee this summer day, Bright green tufts from the lowiands
 mown, And washed from the glittering
 sythes, or slloWn From the hay. boys fork, listen to
 hear The loving words of that distant year N hen Mary Mason pledged hand and
 heart To her sailor lad who had gone apart Ear over the deep blue sea to roam And leave her waiting within her
 home. And fain would I see that lovers boat Lightly along thy margin float Where water-liliies now softly wave, And in thy futlness their whiteness
 lave. Glad would l wait, and watch by thy
 tide II thus l might see the man and his
 bride Sail merfily by as they did one morn When the earth was springing with
 tender corn. But that may not be, for time hath
 told All that remains of the legend old, And over the grave of the blae-eNed
 maid Summer and Winter have often
 strayed While the flowers of the field that
 never spin Sing sweetly above her their evening
 hymn, And low soft echo almost divine Answers forever the maiden rhyme:.- Go not round and around
 My wheel for me
 For my bounie good ship
 Has come over the sea
 Not round and around
 Go all the day
 For we've brought me my love
 From atar away.
 JOHN puILo TRoWBRtpGE.
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