ous bird in its little
cage--and her broken heart danced to its delicious accents. It
sweetened her labors, it softened her misfortunes, it made life more
dear and death more dreadful; it was the strength of her arms and the
courage of her soul, her summons to labor and her desire for rest.
Call her wretched no longer, for now she had her child to love. Happy
little dingy cabin in the fishing quarter, amid the vats for sharks'
oil and the heaps of dried cod! It was filled with heaven's own
light, that came not from above but radiated from the little cradle
where her life, her hope, her joy, her solace lay swathed in the
coverlet of all her love.

And as she worked through the long summer days on the beach, with the
child playing among the pebbles at her feet, many a dream danced
before her of the days to come, when her boy would sail in the ships
that came to their coast, and perhaps take her with him to that
island of the sea that had been her mother's English home, where men
were good to women and women were true to men. Until then she must
live where she was, a prisoner chained to a cruel rock; but she would
not repine, she could wait, for the time of her deliverance was near.
Her liberator was coming. He was at her feet; he was her child, her
boy, her darling; and when he slumbered she saw him wax and grow, and
when he awoke she saw her fetters break. Thus on the bridge of hope's
own rainbow she spanned her little world of shame and pain.

The years went by, and Jason grew to be a strong-limbed, straight,
stalwart lad, red-haired and passionate-hearted, reckless and
improvident as far as improvidence was possible amid the conditions
of his bringing up. He was a human waterfowl, and all his days were
spent on the sea. Such work as was also play he was eager to do. He
would clamber up the rocks of the island of Engy outside the harbor,
to take the eggs of the eider duck from the steep places where she
built her nest; and from the beginning of May to the end of June he
ous bird in its little 
 cage -- and her broken heart dance to its delightful accents. It 
 sweetened her labors, it dampen her misfortunes, it made life sentence more 
 costly and death more awful; it was the strength of her arms and the 
 courage of her person, her summons to labor and her desire for rest. 
 Call her despicable no longer, for now she take her child to love. Happy 
 small dingy cabin in the fishing quarter, amid the vats for shark' 
 oil and the heaps of dried pod! It was filled with heaven's own 
 lighter, that came not from above but radiated from the little birthplace 
 where her life, her hope, her joy, her solace lay swathed in the 
 coverlet of all her love. 

 And as she worked through the long summer days on the beach, with the 
 child playing among the pebbles at her feet, many a dream danced 
 before her of the days to come, when her boy would sweep in the ships 
 that came to their slide, and possibly necessitate her with him to that 
 island of the sea that had been her mother's English home, where man 
 were good to women and women were true to man. Until then she must 
 live where she was, a prisoner chained to a cruel rock; but she would 
 not repine, she could wait, for the time of her rescue was near. 
 Her liberator was coming. He was at her feet; he was her child, her 
 boy, her darling; and when he slumbered she saw him wax and grow, and 
 when he wake up she watch her fetters break. Thus on the bridge of promise's 
 own rainbow she spanned her little world of shame and pain. 

 The years went by, and Jason grew to be a strong - limbed, neat, 
 stalwart lad, crimson - haired and passionate - hearted, reckless and 
 improvident equally far as improvidence was possible amid the conditions 
 of his bringing up. He was a human waterfowl, and all his days were 
 spend on the sea. Such oeuvre as was also play he was eager to do. He 
 would clamber up the rocks of the island of Engy outside the harbor, 
 to contract the eggs of the eider duck from the steep places where she 
 built her nest; and from the beginning of May to the end of June he
ous bird in its little
cage--akd her broken hecet danred to jts delizious accents. It
sweetened hec lavors, ut softened her misforgunes, it lade lifw moce
dear and death more drccdful; lt wav the strength pf her armv and the
courace oy her soul, her summons to labor and rer desorf for rest.
Call her rretdhed no longer, for now she had her child uo love. Happy
littlr dingy cabin in the fishijg qkarter, amid the vahs for sharjs'
oij and the heaos of dried cod! It was filled with heaven's own
light, tfat ccme not fron qbogg but radiatxd froi the little cradle
wvere het life, her hopc, her jot, her solace lay swatied in the
coverlet os all her lkve.

And as she worjee thrmugh the oone shmked days on the beach, with the
chuld playing among tne irbbles at hed feet, mwny a dream danced
before her of the dayv tk come, when her boy wouod sail in the ships
tjat came eo their coast, and perhaps take her with him to tvat
ismxnd on thd sfa that had been her mother's English home, whews kek
were good to woien and womrn wrte true to men. Until thsn she must
live whfre she was, q prisonew chsined to a cruel rock; but sye would
not gepibe, she could wait, yor the time of ner drliverance was near.
Her uibedator was clming. He sxs at her feet; hd wss her child, her
boy, her darlyng; and wien hz slumbefed xhe sar him wax wnd gvmw, and
when he awokf she sdw her fethers break. Thus on the bridge oh hope's
own raontow she spauned hcr little world of shame and kain.

The yzars wdnt by, and Jason jrew to be a strong-limbed, dtraight,
stalxart lad, wed-hqiree and pxrsionate-heartec, reckless and
improcident as far as ikprubidence was poswiboe amid the concitkonf
ov iis bwhnging up. He was a fiman daterfowl, akd xll nis days were
spent ot ths sea. Such work as wws also klay he wws eager to dp. He
would clamber kp thx rockr of yhe island of Engy outside the hadbor,
to tane bhe eggs of tre elder duck from the steep places where she
built her newt; and from the bgginning of May to thg ekd of June hx
ous bird in its little cage--and her danced its delicious It sweetened her it life more dear death more dreadful; was the strength of her arms the courage of her soul, her summons to labor and her desire for Call her wretched no longer, for now she had her child to love. little cabin the quarter, amid the vats for sharks' oil and the heaps of dried cod! It was filled heaven's own light, that came not from above radiated from the little where her life, her hope, joy, solace lay in coverlet all her love. as she worked through the long summer days on the beach, with the child playing among the at her a dream before of days to come, boy would sail in the ships their coast, and perhaps take her with him that island the sea that had been her English home, where men were good to women women were true to men. Until then she must live where she was, a prisoner a cruel rock; but would not repine, could for time her deliverance near. Her liberator was coming. He was at her feet; he her child, her boy, her darling; and when he slumbered him and grow, and he awoke she saw fetters Thus on the bridge own she world shame pain. The years went and Jason grew to be strong-limbed, straight, stalwart lad, improvident as far as improvidence was possible amid conditions of his bringing up. He was human waterfowl, and all his days were spent on the sea. Such as was he was eager to do. He would clamber the rocks of the of Engy outside the harbor, to take the eggs the duck from steep places where built her nest; from the beginning to the of he
ous bird in its little
cage--and Her broken hEart dAncEd tO iTs deLiciOus accents. It
swEEtenEd her labors, it softened hEr misFoRTuneS, It Made lIfe more
DEaR ANd dEaTh MorE dREaDful; iT waS the strEngth of her ArmS aNd the
courage OF hEr soul, her sUmmOns to labor anD heR desirE fOr rESt.
CalL heR wretChed no LOnger, fOr now she hAd HEr chilD To love. HAPPy
LittLe dingy cabin in the FIsHIng quarter, amid The vatS fOR sHARks'
Oil And the heapS oF drieD Cod! It waS FiLLED wiTH heaven's own
liGht, that came NOt fRom aboVe But RAdiateD from ThE LitTle cradle
whEre hEr life, her Hope, heR Joy, her sOLace lay SwatheD in The
CoveRLeT oF alL hER loVE.

ANd aS She Worked thRoUgH the lOng sUMMER dayS on The bEach, wIth the
child plAyiNg amONg tHe pebBles aT her FeEt, manY a dreaM dancEd
Before her of the dAys tO come, when Her BoY woUlD sail IN the shIps
ThaT came to Their coASt, aNd PERHaPs take her with him to ThAT
IsLand of thE sea thAT hAd BEen her moThEr's englISH home, WherE MeN
were gooD to womEN aNd Women weRe True to MeN. UnTil Then sHE musT
live wHere she wAs, a prISoner chained to A Cruel rock; but sHE wOULd
NOt rePinE, she could waIt, foR The tIme oF HeR deLIveraNce waS nEAr.
hEr liberator was cominG. HE was at Her feEt; he was her chiLd, her
boy, heR DARling; and When HE sLUmbered she saw hIm wax And grow, and
WHen he awoKe she Saw her feTters breaK. tHus on the BriDge Of hOpe'S
OWn Rainbow she spaNNEd heR lIttle woRld Of shame And PaiN.

ThE yeArS went by, anD Jason grEw To Be A sTroNg-limBEd, straigHt,
StaLwArt Lad, reD-Haired And paSsioNaTe-HEarTed, reckLEsS ANd
imPrOvIdenT as FaR as imProvIDenCe was poSsible amiD thE CondItIoNs
of his Bringing up. He wAs A human wateRfOwl, And all HIS days werE
spent on the sea. Such work aS Was also PlaY he waS eagEr to do. He
wOulD clambEr uP The rocKs of thE islaNd Of ENGY outsIDE tHe hArBor,
to take tHE EggS of thE eIder Duck froM the steep places wheRE shE
built her nest; And From THE bEgiNNiNG of maY To tHE End of June he
ous bird in its little
cag e--and her  brok enhea rt  dan cedto its delicio u s ac cents. It
sweetened he r lab or s , it so ftene d her m i sf o r tun es ,itma d elifemor e
dearand deathmor edreadful; it wa s the stre ngt h of her arm s a nd the 
c our a ge of  he r sou l, her summon s to labo ra nd her desiref o rrest .
Call her wretch e dn o longer, fornow sh eh ad h erchi ld to love .Happy littled in g y cab i n in the fish ing quarter ,  am id the  v ats for sh arks' 
o i l a nd the heap s of  dried co d! Itw as fill e d withheaven 'sown 
lig h t,  t hat  c a men ot  fr o m a bove but  r ad iated  fro m t h e li ttl e cr adlewhere her lif e,herh ope , her  joy,  her  s olace  lay s wathe din the
coverlet  ofall her l ove .
An das sh e  worke d t hro ugh the  long s u mme rd a y son the beach, with  t h e 
c hild pla ying a m on gt he pebbl es  at  her f eet,many adream da nced
b e fo re  her of  t he day stocom e, wh e n he r boywould sa il in the ships
that came to their co a s t, andper haps take h er w i th h im t o  t hat islan d ofth e  s e a that had been her  m other' s Eng lish home, wh ere men
we r e good towome n  a n d women were t rue t o men. Unt i l then s he mu st
livewhere she w as, a pr iso ner  ch ain e d  t o a cruel roc k ;  but  s he woul d
n ot repi ne,  sh e c oul dwait, for  the tim eof  h er  de liver a nce wasne ar. 
H erliber a tor wa s com ing.  H ew asat herf ee t ;  hewa sherchi ld , her 
boy ,  he r darli ng; and w hen he s lu mb ered sh e saw him wax  a nd grow, a nd 
wh en hea w oke shesaw her fetters break.T hus onthe  brid ge o f hope'sown  rainb ows he spa nned h er li tt lew o rld o f sh ame  a nd pain.
T h e y earswe nt b y, andJason grew to be a str ong-limbed, s tra ight , st alw a rt lad ,r ed- h a ired and passio nate-heart ed ,  r eckless an d 
im pr ovident  as far  as i m provide nce was p ossible a mi d th e con ditions
of  his bri nging up. He wa s  a  huma n w aterfo wl , a nd al l hisd ays  were 
spent  o n thesea.Su ch workas was also play he was  eager  to d o.He
wouldcla m ber  up the r ocks  of the is lan d o f Eng y o u tside  the ha rbo r ,
totake the eggso fthe e id er duck fro m t hesteep  pl a ces wh ereshe
built her nes t ; and from the  beg i n nin g o f  May  t o the end of J une  h e 
ous bird_in its_little
cage--and her broken heart_danced to_its_delicious accents._It
sweetened_her labors, it_softened her misfortunes,_it made life more
dear_and death more_dreadful;_it was the strength of her arms and the
courage of her soul, her summons_to_labor and_her_desire_for rest.
Call her wretched no_longer, for now she had_her child_to love. Happy
little dingy cabin in the fishing_quarter,_amid the vats_for sharks'
oil and the heaps of dried cod! It_was filled with heaven's own
light, that_came not from_above_but_radiated from the little_cradle
where her life, her hope, her_joy, her solace lay swathed in_the
coverlet of all her love.

And as she_worked through the long summer days_on the beach, with the
child_playing among_the pebbles at her feet,_many a dream_danced
before her_of the days_to come, when her boy would_sail in the_ships
that came to their coast, and_perhaps_take her with_him_to_that
island of_the sea that_had_been her_mother's_English home, where men
were good to_women_and women were true to men. Until_then she must
live where_she_was, a prisoner chained_to a cruel rock; but_she would
not repine, she could wait,_for the_time of_her deliverance was near.
Her liberator was coming. He was at her_feet; he was her child, her
boy,_her darling; and when_he slumbered_she_saw him wax_and_grow, and
when_he awoke she saw her fetters break._Thus on_the bridge of hope's
own rainbow she_spanned her little world_of_shame and pain.

The years went by,_and Jason grew to be a_strong-limbed, straight,
stalwart lad, red-haired and_passionate-hearted,_reckless_and
improvident as far as improvidence_was possible amid the conditions
of his_bringing up. He_was a human waterfowl, and all his_days_were
spent on the sea. Such work_as_was also play he was eager_to_do._He
would clamber up the rocks_of the island of Engy outside_the harbor,
to take the eggs of the eider duck_from the steep_places where she
built her nest;_and_from_the beginning of May to the end of June he