The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ourage persistence,Can cheer the dispirited heart,Lead on to a brighter existenceBy giving a little the start. September i6, 1888. GOD, BLESS YOU, SIR. I know an old druggist, well liked by the trade, By every one else, it might also be said— For though he will drink, and will swear, I must own. His heart is so true that his faults we condone. When once I was chatting with him in his store, A feeble old dame tottered into the door, With a crumpled prescription—though carried with care- Which she gave to our druggist for him to prepare. My kind German fr
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ourage persistence,Can cheer the dispirited heart,Lead on to a brighter existenceBy giving a little the start. September i6, 1888. GOD, BLESS YOU, SIR. I know an old druggist, well liked by the trade, By every one else, it might also be said— For though he will drink, and will swear, I must own. His heart is so true that his faults we condone. When once I was chatting with him in his store, A feeble old dame tottered into the door, With a crumpled prescription—though carried with care- Which she gave to our druggist for him to prepare. My kind German friend, with a smile on his faceTo a chair bowed the dame with a Chesterfield when her prescription was ready, inquired:How far do you live, you appear very tired ?A mile and a half, the old lady much of a walk, heres a dime for a you want, he remarked, come to me,I gladly will furnish and furnish it free. And when he again settled down in his chair,I grasped his two hands, and I didnt much care 260. Aunt Netta, Ill bet I can beat yer,just give me a little the start. If true as they said, his impetuous heartOutstripping his mind, got sometimes the startAnd out of his mouth not infrequently sHppedUnsanctified words from his unguarded told him I thought he must feel a just pride,In such kindly actions, to which he replied:Im not any better than most, I confess,But I give to the poor and relieve what distressMay come in my way—a rule long ago made—And gladly contribute to those needing aidNot alone what the doctors see fit to suggest,But money and other things I may think her I hear many with gratitude say,With low, trembling voice, slowly moving away:God bless you, dear sir, I pray long may you God give to you, who so cheerfully give. My tears often start, which I cannot suppress; So heartfelt the tones which their feelings express, And Ive frequently thought as these scenes have occurred. That the prayers of the
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