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Christmas at
Plum Island, 1843
The following is a poem written by Sarah D.
Bowditch at Plum Island in 1843. We do not yet know whether Sarah lived in the lighthouse,
or on one of the farms on the island, but her words give us an insight into the type of
the lonely life at a secluded light station. Watch for more of Sarah's writings to appear
on our web site in the near future.
Christmas--1843
Amid the world's gay throngs to-night
There's mirth and festive glee;
But none amid those hearts so light
Will cast one glimpse on me.
No ray from Hope's bright star is cast
To this lone isle of the sea;
And lonely and sad the Christmas has passed,
And left no mirth for me.
There's many a friend that once caressed,
As merry as merry can be;
But, ah! the one that I love best
Will forget to think of me.
Then turn my soul away from earth;
Look upward still, and see
The starts that shine on the halls of mirth
As brightly beam on thee.
Then let me not murmur at my fate,
Though lonely and sad I may be,
For the angels whose birth we celebrate,
Brought "tidings of joy" to me.
Sarah D. Bowditch
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