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Title: Waifs, and their authors
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Hopkins, Alphonso A. (Alphonso Alva), 1843-1918
Subjects: American literature American poetry
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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,Drowning the voice of my crying, and robbing Sleep from young eyes growing pale from their tears.Down by the shore when the morning was breaking Often I questioned and pitied the sea ;And the great deep, from its sad sorrow waking, One day grew calm, and made answer to me. That was the time of his tender confession ; That was the hour when his secret was told ;Just as the sun and his royal procession Marched up the east with their banners of gold ;Just as a rivulet, loving, elated, Paused for a moment, for strength, ere she sprangInto the arms of Old Ocean, who waited To answer the questioning song that I sang. Ocean, give ear to the musical waters Sliding down hill-side and gliding through lea— The bright little brooklet that saucily scattersSparkling, pure drops, as in prodigal glee And in trustful profusion, she pours out for thee Her lifes blood I Now what wilt thou give her ? O sea \ I will give her my all—my heart and my treasure—And cherish her ever with tenderest care ;
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SIMEON TUCKER CLARK. 205 She may float on my bosom and lie at her leisure In these briny arms ! but the sun will not spareOne so lovely and fair : Some sweet summer day-He will dazzle and charm her and steal her away ! All my life long I am mourning in sorrow ;Longing for loves he has taken from me ;Only the hope of some swift coming morrow Calms the sad soul of the sullen, salt sea—When brooklet and dew-drop and soft summer rainMay bring to my bosom my darlings again. Ocean, like thee, mortals mourn over losses— Pleasures long perished while sorrows remain;Here are no shoulders unburdened by crosses, Eyelids untear-stained or hearts without pain !But when the angel calls all souls before Him Who is the brightness and glory of Heaven,Then shall we know as we bow and adore Him, All things are sure to the spirit forgiven ! We have quoted somewhat freely from Dr. Clarkswritings, though not as largely as we should like to do.But having partially succeeded in illustrating his variedlin

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