The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1854-02-10

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OLD ABRAM KRlM.
Have " ever met old Abnm Krmf
II y have. yea long rsmsnbsr hint
He ~ stssnee old msss tsow.
Asd Iives, cannot tell yoa howl
He 4 dietrAus, the ne3gkbors Say,
Ard roams the land b. night and day.
PRO n west to east, from east 70 west,
He Journeys, without food or rest.
Save when kind neiehhon pity him,
And charity helps old Abram krim.
His hoary fccks all white end thin,
Az u the beard upon his chin;
He form b bent. his cheek burnt brown,
His eye upon the earth cast down;
His head d bare, his feet are sore,
Yet stitl be roams the country Ger.
The biting frost, the angry storm
Fall on his wesry withercd fern;
The heavy rain. the dsshing snow,
Descend apon his funowed brow;
But wind, nor rsu DOR snow-storn dim
Can check thy wasd'rins, Abrsm krim
Through summer. autumn, winter, spnne
This poor old man b wandering;
You'll meet him here. you'll meet him there.
You'll meet bin slmo:t everywhere;
At morn. ct noon &C CLOSING day
You'll ind the wsuderer "a his way.
Nor rope he with the sets,nssun,
But cen ut light he Journeys on!
He hears the owlet IN the wood
He listens to the rushing hoots
He sees the flowers, Is they eYUW
By moonlight, on the tnouatain's brow;
In shady xiens, in valleys deep,
IL dingies, where the n,ooo beams sleep;
The fox awakened in his lair,
Start~ up and finds old Abran there.
And would ys know the reason Why
He waIcers ever. ressless.y!
Alas it was hapiess fate
Tast left this I'D oesol4te
He gave his heart. IN early yoat.l,
To one VI o valued mos i.stiuh,
But trsaapfet OF this Ohtrng.
And left hin. but q biasied thing.
Yet she sas Young. and very air.
With rosy lips aud sunny hair.
And Snowy brow. and heart as light
AS any fswD's, and eyes a. bright;
And pretty foot, and pretty hand.
just 81 TO WELD y fairy's wand
And with person light aud slim;
Such was the love OF Abrsm kritu.
But, like the most of woman kind,
She hsd tickle maynard mind.
And Abram found, to his despair,
The pretty thing was false 90 fai-.
For, on the day they were to wed,
That very day she chose. and fed
Across the salt seas foaming hillow
With some fine.looking. worthless fellow!
And from that iuckiess hour, they say,
Poor Abrams reason fed away.
And he has aye been wandering
To find this foolish, tickle thing!
Forever on her form he psnders.
And hopes to meet her a. he wanden.
He seeks her in the shsdowy grove
Where first he breathed his early love.
t 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 its melody:
No more her bounding step will como
To meet thee by her cottage home;
No more her little hands will wine
Young roses round those locks Of thine.
Those lscks are white with many years.
Thy cheek 10 wet with many tears;
Thy heart 10 crushed; thine eye i dim;
God bless thee, poor old Abram Krim.