Elizabeth IV

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Now went on as of old the quiet life of the homestead.Patient and unrepining Elizabeth labored, in all thingsMindful not of herself, but bearing the burdens of others,Always thoughtful and kind and untroubled; and Hannah the housemaidDiligent early and late, and rosy with washing and scouring,Still as of old disparaged the eminent merits of Joseph,And was at times reproved for her light and frothy behavior,For her shy looks, and her careless words, and her evil surmisings,Being pressed down somewhat like a cart with sheaves overladen,As she would sometimes say to Joseph, quoting the Scriptures.

Meanwhile John Estaugh departed across the sea, and departingCarried hid in his heart a secret sacred and precious,Filling its chambers with fragrance, and seeming to him in its sweetnessMary's ointment of spikenard, that filled all the house with its odor.O lost days of delight, that are wasted in doubting and waiting!O lost hours and days in which we might have been happy!But the light shone at last, and guided his wavering footsteps,And at last came the voice, imperative, questionless, certain.

Then John Estaugh came back o'er the sea for the gift that was offered,Better than houses and lands, the gift of a woman's affection.And on the First-Day that followed, he rose in the Silent Assembly,Holding in his strong hand a hand that trembled a little,Promising to be kind and true and faithful in all things.Such were the marriage-rites of John and Elizabeth Estaugh.

And not otherwise Joseph, the honest, the diligent servant,Sped in his bashful wooing with homely Hannah the housemaid;For when he asked her the question, she answered, "Nay"; and then added"But thee may make believe, and see what will come of it, Joseph."