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good;
She had the hardcold Edwards' blood
In all her veins--and so she died.
One time I thoughtbefore she passed
To give her peace; but ere I spake
MethoughtHE will be first to break
The news in heaven
and for his sake
I held mine back until the last.
And here I sitnor care to roam;
I only wait to hear his call.
I doubt not that this day next fall
Shall see me safe in portwhere all
And every ship at last comes home.
And you have sailed the Spanish Main
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And knew my Jacob? . . . Eh [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Mercy [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] 201005112111372816aaq!
Ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! God of wisdom! hath the sea
Yielded its dead to humble me?
My boy Indiana…youwillnotwonder―consents! . . . My Jacob! . . . Turn again!
GUILD'S SIGNAL
[William Guild was engineer of the train which on the 19th of April1813plunged into Meadow Brookon
the line of the Stonington and Providence Railroad. It was his customas often as he passed his hometo
whistle an "All's well" to his wife. He was foundafter the disasterdeadwith his hand on the throttle-valve
of his engine.]
Two low whistlesquaint and clear:
That was the signal the engineer--
That was the signal that Guild'tis said--
Gave to his wife at Providence
As through the sleeping townand thence
Out in the night
On to the light
Down past the farmslying white