. St. Nicholas [serial] . THE OUTCAST. By A. M. JOSTLE him out from the warmth and light-Only a vagrant feeble and gray;Let him reel on through the stormy night—What though his home be miles away?With a muttered curse on wind and rainHe crept along through the miry lane. Lonely the pathway, and dark and cold,Shelter he sought neath a ruined wall;Over his senses a numbness stole,Round him sleep threw her mystic an angel came with pitying tearsAnd lifted the veil of by-gone years: Gayly he sports by a rippling brook; Soft is the breath of the summer air, Flowers adorn each mossy nook,
. St. Nicholas [serial] . THE OUTCAST. By A. M. JOSTLE him out from the warmth and light-Only a vagrant feeble and gray;Let him reel on through the stormy night—What though his home be miles away?With a muttered curse on wind and rainHe crept along through the miry lane. Lonely the pathway, and dark and cold,Shelter he sought neath a ruined wall;Over his senses a numbness stole,Round him sleep threw her mystic an angel came with pitying tearsAnd lifted the veil of by-gone years: Gayly he sports by a rippling brook; Soft is the breath of the summer air, Flowers adorn each mossy nook, Sunshine and happiness is Willie now, just four years old,With his rose-bud lips and curls of gold. Hark to the roll of the war-like drum ! See the brave soldiers go marching by ! Home from the battle young Will has come, Courage and joy in his sparkling eye. And his pulses thrill with hope and pride,For he soon will greet his promised bride. Now in the firesides flickering glowCalmly he s taking his eveni
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