The Manitowoc Pilot

And trembling while it did remain.

I closed my eyes and tried to pray,
Alas! I tried in vain.

I know my head is very weak:
I've seen what fancy can create;
I long have felt too bad to speak:
Oh! I have thought too much of late-
I have a few requests to make:
Just wipe these blinding tears away.

I know your love, and for my sake
You will them all obey.

Those letters that my husband sent
Before he perished on the deep;
What hours in reading them I've spent
Whole nights; in which I could not sleep.

Oh, they are worn with many a tear,
Scarce fit for other eyes to see;
But oft when sad, they did me cheer,
Pray bury them with me.

The miniature that still I wear,
When dead, I would not have removed:
'Tis on my heart-Oh! leave it there.
To find its way to where I love.

My husband threw it round my neck
Long, long before he called me bride:
And I was told, that midst the wreck,
He kissed it oft ere he died.

There is little that I care for now
Except this simple wedding ring;
Though unfaithfully I have kept my vow,
And feel many an accusing thing,

I never yet have laid it by
A moment since my bridal day;
Where he first placed it, let it lie-
Oh! take it not away.

Now, wrap me in my wedding gown-
You scarce can think how cold I feel-
And smooth my ruffled pillow down,
Oh! how my clouded senses reel.

Great God support me to the last;
Oh! let more air into the room;
The struggle now is nearly past,
Husband, dear husband, may I come?