A Frontier Promise Kept
In an era of rugged isolation, an anonymous immigrant couple reflects on twenty years of marriage, the silence of their home, and the sudden joy of a child arriving on Christmas Day.
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Although you've been husband true, 'tis many a year gone by, John, and I'm a faithful wife to you, and I will be till I die, John. We led a lonely sort of life, with no sweet child to bless us, till Bessy came last Christmas Day, to comfort and caress us. Our baby has a father gray, a mother none too young, John, and yet it seems the time of May, e'er since our birdling sang, John. She brought new life into the house, the little, prattling stranger. And, John, she binds you to your home, who might have been a ranger. Once every hair was in its place, and not a thing awry, John. Yet two, sitting face to face, would often breathe a sigh, John. But now upon our ample board, is daily placed between us, a picture plate and porringer, from loneliness to wean us. White she, our little baby queen, with eyes so like your own, John, (the brightest, bluest ever seen) walks with us on her throne, John. Heaven guard our precious little one—may angels fair, that brought her, protect from every threatening ill, the old folks' little daughter.
“She brought new life into the house, the little, prattling stranger. And, John, she binds you to your home, who might have been a ranger.”
While Seattle today is often defined by its rapid demographic churn and tech-driven transience, this 1878 poem captures a quieter, more vulnerable reality of the early settler experience. It speaks to the profound isolation of frontier life—where the arrival of a child could transform a cold, quiet dwelling into a true home—a sentiment that resonates in any city where residents seek to put down roots amidst a challenging landscape.
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