Menken, Adah Isaacs
|WORKING AND WAITING.|
Winds that have sainted her, tell ye the story
Of the young life by the needle that bled;
Making its bridge over Death's soundless waters
Out of a saying and soul-cutting thread.
Over it going.
All the world knowing!
Thousands have trod it, foot-bleeding, before!
God protect all of us--
God shelter all of us,
Should she look back from the Opposite Shore!