jo 4 ITEMS AND INCIDENTS IN HOPKINTON.
��THE MESSAGE.
��B. A. GOODRIDGE.
The wind blows loud ; the sky is gray ; The billows leap along the strand, And roar around me where I stand
Unmindful of their drenching spray.
I cannot pray, I cannot weep,
My heart is cold, my brain is wild " O wind, blow soft ! O sea, be mild !
And bring him safe across the deep."
The wind goes down, the sun gleams bright, O'er crested sea and dripping rocks, While sea-birds sport in screaming flocks,
And toss the foam from pinions white.
Day wanes, and sinks into the west, The long swell dies upon the shore, The seamew's cry is heard no more ;
Still lies the ocean's placid breast.
I whisper to the dying breeze,
" The hours drag on with drooping wings, I heed not though glad summer sings,
Oh, send him quick across the seas !"
The last faint gleam of light has fled, The tide creeps sobbing to my feet. I know on earth we shall not meet
Until the sea gives up its dead !
��ITEMS AND INCIDENTS IN HOPKINTON.
��BY C. C. LORD.
introductory. items and incidents are frequently de-
The summary of social history is veloped to be often recounted in
not complete without a notice of nu- indulgence of the relishing tidbits they
nitrous facts that are outside of the afford for the feast of local memor-
prosaic experiences of every-day life. ies. Among such historical fragments
In the social career of any people, are many interesting, romantic and
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