Boone County Recorder . found hopefulness: Tour light send far and wideThat wsarv hearts on wave-tossed ships may take you as their guide. Vail many a swain looked kindly on this maid so wondrous was a straight laced Puritan and one waa a Jolly squire;Bat still in the mtdst of the morning and still la the evenings gray ..Bha gased at the aea and talked and isrg of the ship that would come some day. The summer was one of failure, brave faoeagrow waa with care, And as the red beacon flared aloft it mockedat their despair. Then a fast day was appointed in their sea-side solitude, For the
Boone County Recorder . found hopefulness: Tour light send far and wideThat wsarv hearts on wave-tossed ships may take you as their guide. Vail many a swain looked kindly on this maid so wondrous was a straight laced Puritan and one waa a Jolly squire;Bat still in the mtdst of the morning and still la the evenings gray ..Bha gased at the aea and talked and isrg of the ship that would come some day. The summer was one of failure, brave faoeagrow waa with care, And as the red beacon flared aloft it mockedat their despair. Then a fast day was appointed in their sea-side solitude, For the trusting little colony seemed by Ill-fat* pursued. Now while by tb* rock bound harbor the eld-ers knelt In prayer,And sobs and cries for succor made sad theSnow-chilled air: —A letter is half a meeting sang Winifred with delight:• A latter is half a meeting, and our good shipUlnahyht. How sobs were changed to shouts of praise sad team to tears of Joy 1The boats were manned, and every voloe rang out, Ay, ship aboy 1. • I bad* yon hope, said Winifred, yon smiledat my its better to trust In the dear Gods lorethan to give yourself to grief. A letter is half the meeting, and my letter has come to-day;I will go and kindle my beacon blaze, for the sky is oold and the sleet of tbe chill November storms hav stripped the branches mj beaoon gay shall make the bay and ltg rook-bound harbor fair,for the Lord has bent in pity. He has heard His peoples hope Is warm within each heart, its light in every eye. Then the sun burst out in radiance, the air grew soft as May—When Winifred reached the beacon rock she found a fragrant sprayOf arbutus with flowers as fresh as greet the tender year:And as she stooped to pluck It, a voice cried: -Winifred, dear I Ah I bar lover was beside her, and those who stood below, * Bald the sunlight caught her yellow hair and burned with such a glowNo mortal eye could bear It, and only God oould seeTheir meeting on th
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