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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume III, Issue 57, 9 March 1868, Page 3

SELECT POETRY.

WAITING IN THE DUSK. (From Good Words.) Sitting altfrie in tlie twilight time, — Alas ! how silent the old hou^e seems — Missing the voices that only chime " In waking fancies or sleeping dreams ! I sit in my mother's old arm-chair, But where are the others? Ah where? ah where ? Where is our Willie, so grave and wise ? And where is Harry, so true and bold ? Where is Mabel with laughing eyes, . And tresses sprinkled witli molten gold ? On Willies tombstone the moss is gray, And Harry is sleeping in Biscay Uay. But Mabel ? Mabel may come again : Her name is still in my daily prayer ; Yet when I stand where our dead are lain, I'd rather ihat it were written there. They heard God call them, and tiiey aheyed ; But Earth called Mabel — and Mabel strayed. Yet while God spares, it is not too late To turn away from the Tempter's smile j And so in the lonely house I wait, Because I expect her all the while : If 'strangers met her the day she came, She might go back to her sin and shame. I can see the city lie far away, A sloping path from our house leads down ; And surely, surely, some summer day, A fading woman wiil leave the town, And climb the hill, and traverse the moor, And enter in at my open door. Isabella Fyvie.