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Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 [1848], Water-drops (Robert Carter, New York) [word count] [eaf353]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
“Father,—father, storms are sweeping, Snows are drifting wild and drear, Wintry winds to conflict leaping, Do not leave us lonely here,”— Half in fear, and half in gladness Eyes with tearful lustre bright, Still that voice implored in sadness, “Father, go not forth to-night.”— So the father staid, and with childish glee His little daughter climbed his knee. “Dearest father, what a pleasure Thus thy smiling face to see,— Lo, the babe, our blessed treasure, How he wondering looks at thee:— Mother's brow is bright with gladness, Gentler seems the howling wind, Home hath neither gloom, nor sadness, While thou 'rt seated here so kind.”— And the father bent with features mild And pressed the lips of the loving child.
“Father, father, mother weepeth, Burdened with a secret care, Every night, before she sleepeth Is thy name upon her prayer:— She, that cup of poison dreadeth Which thy path with thorns hath sown, Like an angry fiend it treadeth On her comforts, and our own.”— And the father took the pledge, whose sway Was joy to the home where his treasures lay.
Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 [1848], Water-drops (Robert Carter, New York) [word count] [eaf353]. |