The Shasta courier., 1854-06-17
Old ASrao Krim.

Inc 1OllOWlDS Dedbtl1ui uDes were NIlLIeD
few years since, by an ex-member of Congress
rom Virginia. They were not intended fol
publication, bat the original and only copy-was
kindly sent TO us at the time, by our friend, the
author, because the subject Of them was well
known to 1t is no fancy sketch, but was
lrawn from real life. We giee it TO our readers
IS one OF those gems which are too often with
acid from public contribution by false modesty
II then authors. = Washington Sentin=l.
Have We ever met old Abram Krim
Ii ye have, yen long remember him;
He is strange old man, lrow
And lives cannot te / you how
He is distract, the neighbors say,
And ,Goams the land by night and day.
From west 10 east, from east 10 west
v$e journeys without food or rest
Save when kind neighbors pity him,
And charity helps old Abram Krim.
His hoary locks all white and thin,
AS is the beard upon his chin; %
His form is bent his cheek burnt brown.
His eye upon The earth cast down;
His head ig bare, his feet are sore.
Yet ailii he T6a,ns the country DER
the biting frost, the angry storm,
ta On his weary withered form;
THE heavy rain, the dashing SNOW.
Descend upon his turrowed brow;
But wind, nor rain, nor snow-storm dim,
Can check Thy wand ring. Abram krlin.
Through summer, autumn, winter, spring,
This poor old man is wandering;
You'll meet him here, you'll mcei him there,
You II meet him almost everywhere;
AL morn, at noon at closing day
,Yon'lr find the wapderer 90 lis way
Nor stops he with The the sitting sun,
But cen at night he wanders on!
He hears the owlet in the wood
rle hsteas 10 the rushing flood
Tie sees The flowers, as they grow
BY moo.-light, ON the mountains brow
in shady gens, in valleys deep,
In dingles, where the moon beams sleep;
The fox, awakened in his lair,
EtaFis up and finds old Abra.n there
And would you know the reason why
He wanders ever, restlessly?
Alas, il was hapless fate
That LETT This old man desolatei
He gave his heart, in early youth,
To one who valued not its truth
But rrampled on the Offering
And left him bit blasted thing.
Yet she was young and very fair,
With rosy lips and sunny hair;
And snowy brow, and heart as light
AS any fawn's, and eyes as bright;
And pretty foot. and pretty hand,
Just fit to WELD fairy's wand.
And with person light and slim
Such was the love of Abram krinI.
But like most of woman Kind,
She had tickle wayward mind
And Abram found, to his despair,
The pretty thing was false as fair
For, on the day they were to wed,
That very day she chose, and fled
Across the salt sea g foaming billow
With some fine looking, worthless fellnw;
And from that luckless hour, they say
Poor Abrams reason fled away,
And he has aye been wandering
10 6ud iliis foolish tickle thing!
Forever on her form he ponders,
And hopes TO to meet her as he wonders.
He seeks her in the shadowy grove
Where first he bi eafhed his early love:
He hopes to meet her by The fountain,
Where oft he sits, the moments counting;
And listens, with impatient ear,
Her fairy, fawn-like step to hear.
Alas. old man no more for thee
Her voice will Breathe lie melody;
No more her bounding step will come
To meet thee by her cottage home
No more her little hands will twlne
Young roses round those locks of thine.
Those locks are white with many years;
Thy cheek is wet with many tears;
Thy heart is crushed; thine eye is dim:
God bless thee, poor old Alb m Krim.