Byron, Wisconsin
Byron is the name of some places in the U.S. state of Wisconsin:This is a disambiguation page; that is, one that just points to other pages that might otherwise have the same name. If you followed a link here, you might want to go back and fix that link to point to the appropriate specific page.
On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard,
Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring,
Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow.
At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
That I shall look upon your face no more.'
`Well then,' said Enoch, `I shall look on yours.
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`Annie my girl, cheer up, be comforted,
Keep everything shipshape, for I must go.
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Parts of the morning? if I flee to these
The sea is His: He made it.'
Enoch rose,
And kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones;
After a night of feverous wakefulness,
`Wake him not; let him sleep; how should this child
But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt
Thro' all his future; but now hastily caught
Borrow'd a glass, but all in vain: perhaps
Perhaps her eye was dim, hand tremulous;
Waving, the moment and the vessel past.
Ev'n to the last dip of the vanishing sail
Then, tho' she mourn'd his absence as his grave,
But throve not in her trade, not being bred
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
And still foreboding `what would Enoch say?'
And pressure, had she sold her wares for less
She fail'd and sadden'd knowing it; and thus,
Gain'd for here own a scanty sustenance,
Yet sicklier, tho' the mother cared for it
Whether her business often call'd her from it,
Or means to pay the voice who best could tell
After a lingering,--ere she was aware,--
The little innocent soul flitted away.
In that same week when Annie buried it,
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