WITH A SERIOUS CONCLUSION

Crowd about me, little children —

Come and cluster‘ round my knee

While I tell a little story

That happened once with me.

My father he had gone away

A-sailing on the foam,

Leaving me — the merest infant —

And my mother dear at home;

For my father was a sailor,

And he sailed the ocean o'er

For full five years ere yet again

He reached his native shore.

And I had grown up rugged

And healthy day by day,

Though I was but a puny babe

When father went away.

Poor mother she would kiss me

And look at me and sigh

So strangely, oft I wondered

And would ask the reason why.

And she would answer sadly,

Between her sobs and tears,—

“You look so like your father,

Far away so many years!”

And then she would caress me

And brush my hair away,

And tell me not to question,

But to run about my play.

So, ranging once the golden sands

That looked out on the sea,

I called aloud, “My father dear,

Come back to ma and me!”

Then I saw a glancing shadow

On the sand, and heard the shriek

Of a sea-gull flying seaward,

And I heard a gruff voice speak:—

“Ay, ay, my little shipmate,

I thought I heard you hail;

Were you trumpeting that sea-gull,

Or do you see a sail?”

And as rough and gruff a sailor

As ever sailed the sea

Was standing near grotesquely

And leering dreadfully.

I replied, though I was frightened,

“It was my father dear

I was calling for across the sea —

I think he did n't hear.”

And then the sailor leered again

In such a frightful way,

And made so many faces

I was little loath to stay:

But he started fiercely toward me —

Then made a sudden halt

And roared, “I think he heard you!”

And turned a somersault.

Then a wild fear overcame me,

And I flew off like the wind,

Shrieking “MOTHER!” — and the sailor

Just a little way behind!

And then my mother heard me,

And I saw her shade her eyes,

Looking toward me from the doorway,

Transfixed with pale surprise

For a moment — then her features

Glowed with all their wonted charms

As the sailor overtook me,

And I fainted in her arms.

When I awoke to reason

I shuddered with affright

Till I felt my mother's presence

With a thrill of wild delight —

Till, amid a shower of kisses

Falling glad as summer rain,

A muffled thunder rumbled,—

“Is he coming‘ round again?”

Then I shrieked and clung unto her,

While her features flushed and burned

As she told me it was father

From a foreign land returned.

I said — when I was calm again,

And thoughtfully once more

Had dwelt upon my mother's words

Of just the day before,—

“I DON'T look like my father,

As you told me yesterday —

I know I do n't — or father

Would have run the other way.”