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fishermen's memorial and record book. 



THE TWO TRYSTS. 



A hillside stretching seaward, ripples of shin- 

 ing blue, 



And tido-waifed strand of rifted sand inclined 

 between the two. 



On ebb of the waves, slow rocking, Impatient 

 at long delay, 



The white-winged boat, with pennon afloat, 

 tosses her shadow in play. 



A cot with its blossoming tree; lover and fair- 

 haired maid. 



Standing alone by the threshold stone, holding 

 their tryst in the shade. 

 Hope and joy, with a twofold power. 

 Bind heart to heart in the twilight hour. 



A hiliside stretching seaward, and tide-waifed 



sanded shore. 

 But white-winged boat with pennon afloat 



plays with its shadow no more. 

 Feet grown weary with waiting, eyes watch. 



Ing over the sea, 

 And life's sweet dream of golden and sheen 



rest 'neath the blossoming tree. 

 A dirge from the moaning waves, tears from 



the twilight dew. 

 And hands of love, beyond and above, are 



pledging their tryst anew. 

 Hope and joy, no longer at strife, 

 Bind soul to soul in that better life. 



THE LOSS OP THE SCH. JAMES S. AYER. 



BT HENRT A. KENDALL. 



I see her mainsail in the sun 



Gleam bright as any swallow's wing. 

 As ready to fly when all is done — 



I hear the hardy fishers sing ; 



Out round the Point, and past the light 

 That guards the ramp.arts of the Bay; 



Still sailing on through all the night, 

 And on .and on from day to day; 



But never to return, O t^hip I 



Thou boarest a dead crew. 

 With faces white and drowning lip, 



And eyes upstaring to the blue; 



And costly freight of mothers' tears, 

 But, more than all, those dead men's lives. 



With all the promise of long years. 

 And prayers of widowed wives. 



Yet know we not ; white sails she spread, 

 Was spoken once, and evermore 



Their children listened for the tread 

 Of those who kissed them at the door. 



And bade them watch their coming back, 

 And kissed them sweetly, one by one, 



Then sailed away to death and wrack, — 

 Thy will, O God, thy waves have done I 



