Logan Republican | 1903-02-27 | Page 3 | Unfinished Still

Unfinished Still. A baby's boot, and Bkcin of wool. Farted, .and Boiled, and Boft; Odd thlnga, you Bay, and no doubt you're rlKht. Round a seaman's neck this stormy night U; In tho yards aloft. Most llko It's folly, but, mate, look here, When I first went to sea A woman stood on tho far-off strand, With a weddlne ring on her small, soft hand, Which clung so close to me. My wife, God bless her! the day before She sat beside my foot, And the sunlight klesed her yellow hair, And the dainty lingers, deft and fair. Knitted n baby's boot. The voyage was over; I came ashore; What, think you. found I there? A grave the daUIrs had sprinkled white, A cottage empty, nnd dark as night, And this beside tho chair. The little boot, 'twas unfinished still; The tniiBled skein lay near; !lut tho knitter had gono auay to rest. With the babo to sleep on hor qulot breast, Down In the churchyard drear.