Louisa Alcott - Jo’s Boys

Which rises o’er the sands of Dee,

And from its highest summit shed

A silver light on tower and tree,

When Mary laid her down to sleep

(Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea);

When soft and low a voice was heard,

Saying, “Mary, weep no more for me.”

‘She from her pillow gently raised

Her head, to see who there might be,

And saw young Sandy, shivering stand

With visage pale and hollow e’e.

“Oh Mary dear, cold is my clay;

It lies beneath the stormy sea;

Far, far from thee, I sleep in death.

Dear Mary, weep no more for me.

‘“Three stormy nights and stormy days

We tossed upon the raging main.

And long we strove our bark to save;

But all our striving was in vain.

E’en then, when terror chilled my blood,

My heart was filled with love of thee.

The storm is past, and I’m at rest;

So, Mary, weep no more for me.

‘“Oh maiden dear, yourself prepare;

We soon shall meet upon that shore

Where love is free from doubt and care,

And you and I shall part no more.”

Loud crew the cock, the shadow fled;

No more her Sandy did she see;

But soft the passing spirit said,

“Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.”’

‘The constant jollity of that boy is worth a fortune to him. He’ll never sink with such a buoyant spirit to keep him afloat through life,’ said Mrs Jo, as the roses were tossed back with much applause when the song ended.

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