The task and other poems . souls he won from crime Home, sweet home. ?Thomas P. Druit, Founder of News-Boys Home. 42 Ube H)eserteb ©rave While sauntering oer the hills one day,I spied a lone grave by the old gray stones of queer grimace,Marked the departeds resting trace was left of day nor year,Nor even did the name long were these old ensigns raised,That frost and rain all had effaced. Perhaps a rich man learned and lies unwept and desolate;Another, though unlearned and now his ashes lie secure,May once have trod in peace profoundThe grass his
The task and other poems . souls he won from crime Home, sweet home. ?Thomas P. Druit, Founder of News-Boys Home. 42 Ube H)eserteb ©rave While sauntering oer the hills one day,I spied a lone grave by the old gray stones of queer grimace,Marked the departeds resting trace was left of day nor year,Nor even did the name long were these old ensigns raised,That frost and rain all had effaced. Perhaps a rich man learned and lies unwept and desolate;Another, though unlearned and now his ashes lie secure,May once have trod in peace profoundThe grass his grave now garlands round;May be a maiden, fair and here her burdened life laid down;A husband or a patient here have ceased their earthly strife. 43 Suffice to say that here there lies,Deeply hidden from human eyes,In this unhonored, unkept goal,The casket of a human here twill lie, silent, alone,Its tenement all over grown,Till on the wings of seraphs borneTo Christ on resurrections 44 5rfen5sbip Afar in Afric, torrid, They say are deserts vast,And travelers on the mighty waste Are joyful when at last, Oercome with weary watchings,Their lingering footsteps drag. Till parched and shimmering landscapeReveals the reed and flag, And brook of sparkling water, Gods alchemy hath madeTo greet the toil-worn traveler Mid palms of soothing shade. Een so, a dear friend met me Just at the foot of which a trembling pilgrim Was toiling with a will. 45 A generous hand extended,The coin of gold he spared, And, lo! the burden lifted,—A brothers woe had shared. Sweet peace attend thee of my darkest day; Though desert vast confronteth by the way.
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