The Emigrant Wife and Mother.
She clasped her hands in my arm,
She laid her cheeks on my shoulder.
The tide of her tears fall warm
On hands that trembled to hold her.
I whispered a pitying word,
As the ship moved slowly apart,
And the grief of the friendless poured
Its choking weight on my heart.
For graves in the evening shade
Were green on a far-off hill,
Where the joys of her life were laid
With love that had known no chill.
But however her heart might yearn,
We were facing the threatening breeze,
And the white wake long th–ed astern
On the rolling floor of the seas.
She quenched the flow of her tears,
Uplifting her meek brave head,
“Or dark or bright be the years,
I will take courage,” she said.
Smoothing back her loose-blowing hair,
And she drank in the strong sea air,
And left the old shore with a smile.
McKean County Miner (Smethport, Pennsylvania) Jun 26, 1879
Image from the Dr. Wendell A. Howe blog