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FISHERMEN'S MEMORIAL AND RECORD BOOK. 



The very mornln' of the gale;" while yet 



another 

 Thought he " saw her adrift, drivin' down to 



lu'ard ; 

 Where the heft of the fleet were layin'." 



The young wife hoped against hope, 

 Thinking that the " Margery '-' had been blown 



off, 



And gone into some distant port 

 Where tidings were long in coming; 

 Or that her husband and his men 

 Had been taken off by some vessel bound afar, 

 And they would come back again. 



But the " Margery " never more returned to 

 port! 



She sank 'neath the waters, in that fearful 



storm: 

 Three other vessels went with her, and forty 



souls 

 Winged their way upward, 



With them, the skipper of the "Margery." 



The fisher's widow has taken up her cross, 

 And carries it with a firm hope 

 Of again meeting her loved one 

 In that land beyond, where those who sail 

 The sea of life are sure to meet at last. 

 This hope brings comfort. 

 And to-day, with hectic flush and feeble breath, 

 She's drawing near her home, having a hold on 

 God 



Strong as the everlasting hills. 



LOOKED FOR. 



BY HIRAM RICH. 



" All the apple blooms are open and the bees 



are in a flurry 

 While I walk the headland orchard, by the 



sail-beclouded sea, 

 The single sail I look for's a long time a-corn- 



tag> 



And a day is longer now than a summer used 

 to be. 



" Every night I make a beacon of my little 



chamber window ; 

 Often at the door I listen, with my hand upon 



the key ; 

 The single sail I look for's a long time a-com- 



ing; 



But the sudden footstep in it hath no echo 

 of the sea. 



