THE SAILOR'S WIFE.
See! There are tears upon her face—
Tears newly shed, and scarcely dried:
Close, in an agonized embrace,
She clasps the infant at her side.
Peace dwells in those soft-lidded eyes,
And parted lips that faintly smile—
Peace, the foretaste of Paradise,
In heart too young for care or guile.
No peace the mother's features wear;
But quivering lip, and knotted brow,
And broken mutterings, all declare
The fearful dream that haunts her now.
