DRIFTED AWAY. 1 49
To drop them softly one by one Through morning s golden bars;
Or all along the lonely shore
To plight faith to the tide, And keep old Ocean s swelling pulse
True beating, far and wide ?
O God ! I thank Thee that I may
Such cares trust all to Thee, Who watches all Thy hand has made,
As tireless as eternity.
TO-DAY Luke is coming, and I must be here, His best, truest friend, as they say, To speak solemn tidings as well as I can
Of his wife who has drifted away. I ll try to speak softly of her who is gone,
Nor let the old memory wake
Of the past, when the heart I would die to have won Bessie took from me only to break.
Travel-worn, bearded, and brown with the sun,
I see him come quickly more near ; God help me to tell him !
11 My wife ? Bessie Lee ?
Can you tell me if Bessie is here?"