The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1858-02-09

Weary and worn an old beggar once sat,
On an ivy bound log. that lay by the way,
While tn silver white locks from the seams Of his
hat.
With the cold autumn hreezes did tenJefly play.
His coat without, ba,tons, was ragged and DID,
Nor stockings, nor shoes, did cover his feet
But the time fuirowed brow. q sadder tale told.
OF the sorrows in life that of n we meet.
Keen biting hunger was gnawing his frame,
As iainting and weary he fell asleep there,
But hnnger and want oil fed, as a dream
With It's false colors played before him so fair.
The rough crooked zane now fell from his grssp.
Again the life glowing red his haggard cheos sout
As the friends OF his youth his hands eager CLASP
And welcome him back to his old native cot.
Swift fancy before him in colois portrayed
Ihe scenes oi his childhood, eucn deep in its hue
The we'll loaded tables before him was spread
All around, with kind friends all happy now drew.
A smile family sscn ON hi husky lips played,
As he langhdd with his friends in seasons Of yore,
Then clasping his hands he silently prayed
That God would be kind to the wanderer poor.
Oh Mary he dreamed rs sho stood by his side
And leaned on his arm meath the deep starry blue
Al! how his heart throhhca as he murmured my
BRIDE"
AMI whispered his love ia words that weie true.
no CnufCl ana liie uiltrt 4tli bAlttiy lttN ny,
And dear little prgi 'crs nOw cambered hts knee.
His heart loudly beat his pulses ran high
A, his ears gain rang with their innocent gee.
Too strong was the change for his toll shattered
frame,
Life could never withstand such shock
And there tn old bergar in the mid,t of his dream
Received from Deaths hand tn cold fatal stroke.
They land his remains in psupers cold grave,
No friends as sad mourners now followed his bier
But dying unknown, and despised us a slave,
What heart could il break, that his bosom held
dear?
But watch tn bright spirit, as it leaves tn cold
clay
The blue starry vaul, before it now lies.
And quicker than thought, it darts ON its way
To the isles Of eysium wherr spring never dies.
Ills friends from the ,hcre now bcckons him on.
Open be fore him the pear'y gates fly;
His ear is now charmed With TIA Sc .aI hic snng.
And group oI old lrien quick ho,ec nish
The scene is now changel--'ti, not a mere dream
AgnIn he embraces his hos IA Fl iicuds dear,
fls wife he recalls by the same friendly name
And his dear little ones all approach without fear.
Welcome dear father they piayiully cried,
Time never wancs IN thIs bcaUtl ii place,
How happy were We soon as Sou died.
For "e ioueed once more to gaze on your face.
"NOr sickness, nor SORROW, dear father is here, -
The hand never y Isles or vCah.Hs with time,
Bat tn ! ather OF spirits has in.e it his care
To dnyo trouble iaI from this beautiful cline"
Now, thongh tie Oh beggar, In indigence died,
4 rough wooden box, enclosing his bones,
His RAJ geJ old gniment, all, laid by his side,
His grave merely marked by no Uttered sto ics:-
STILL who would not envy the besgar his lot,
As lie Gropp'd tn rough sheath that his life did en-
close,
And hied fast away, To that bright sunny spot,
Where spirits forever, III Pence do repose.
AaPHIcTYoy.