Poems (Angier)/Norah Nohone

by Annie Lanman Angier

NORAH NOHONE.

She pensively sitteth,
 This Norah Nohone,
But she peevishly mourns not
 The days that are gone;
There is hope in her heart,
 Though I hear a low sigh;
As softly she murmurs,
 "Joys brightened to fly."

When first her bark floated
 O'er life's shining wave,
To one skilful Pilot
 The rudder she gave:
He has guided her safely
 Through tempest and calm;
When billows dashed round her
 He shielded from harm.

Her lot has been woman's,
 Her fate, that of all;
The light and the shadow,
 The sunshine and pall;
And she yearns for a country,
 By sin undefiled,
Where the sorrow-bowed spirit
 Is glad as a child.

But she cheerfully waiteth
 Her summons to go;
That home, O! how sweet,
 Where the bright waters flow;
There loved ones yet live,
 Though they've left her alone;
She knows they keep watch
 Over Norah Nohone.