Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1869-06-30
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TuE CRIppLr,s STORY.

DO not wish was like othcr nlki
Well. ia wish would DO mo any good
think - almost think, slr-that should.
But lfa lame limbs my appointed yoke,
It's not a. bad a. many one hight be-,
It's easier p'raps to carry than to scoi
l was not born herc,-.No, " must be hard
To be poor lame child IN such place.
Why wonder at hla pinchod and wearicd iace,
When he's from Gods own grass and trees debarrod
But just bccauso / pity him. guess
The God who made him does not pity less
Lincoln's my plaec,-I hear they call It nat
Tho country thereabouts, but 10 my mind
rs Just the sweetest SPOT you'll ever find
but then the place ones born IN = always that
! know you'll smile, sir, but oncn dt,
Hear parson talk Of Heaven, and think oflti
They were as kind at homo, as kind can bci
Ifhihcr carried Kntc or little Joe,
The rost would net, and want turn, you know,
But mover minded how De carried me-
I've travelled over many mile like that,
God help the folks who call yon country aat0
Ifyou'yo a trouble any one can soc
think you'l always dnd them very kind
Its swhen you 20 a-mping in your mind,
You got pushed ovtf or lot eoldly be.
Do know aught Of thati Well, sir, dos
We cripples have our hearts, sir, just like you
] could not play among tho boys 20 strong,
But played among the girls And there was one
Would leave hor comrades to their dance or fun
Beside my haltng orutch To move along
Lent me her books, and give herself no rest
To dnd the flowers she knew liked the bost.
And at tho old church steps she'd always wait,
To give a friendly hand to help me down,
TIL prouder Of my crutch than ofa crown
/ grew Out OF such threads God wcaves our fate
And Il won't on-ani grow up with her,
And was bewitchod to ask-you guess H. siri
We two were walking in long green lane
why Jem," she said, Inevor thought you'd care
You seemed 20 different to the rest, but there
Forget IL Let Us be ourselves again.
She ptied me, and yet with halfa smile l-
! should have understood II ali the while
! was 81 foolish that couldn't bear
The fields with all their dear old pollard trees
There always seemed a voice upon the breeze
Saying "Why, Jem, never thought you'd care.n
SO now, the old folks dead came away,
And found this court-a change OF soono, you'l say
Whom went back again. she was not there,-
I'd thought to and her we'd and wish her Joy
But she was gone, sir, with bahy-boy
And where she'd gone the people did not carci
They gave her bitter names and foul disgrace
" ~hf NilN saw tle HNtti luih liitill-h lA''a
I've never found her, sir I've gone about
over this city, when my work was done,
But sir, they re many, and she's only one H.
And now think, that must die without.
she's dead fear, la some black city sod
loved her, sir and so hope, did God
I've had a hard liie did you say so, sir
No, mol You see oiton ponder thus
The very Bible seems express for Us,
Christ healed the lame, and spoke to girls like her
No. sir, think my sort Of LIES the best,
Just makes one tired enough to like ones rest.
I've hclp'd a few poor girls for her dear sake
do not fear their paint and evil tongnei
Somebody knew them, sir, when they were young
They've told me stories fit your heart TO break
And If I'm kind to them 1t helps my faith
God sent her comfort In peaceful death.
It's sixty years I've hohhlcd on my way,
She must be dead and II can't last long.
III know her voice In all the burst Of song
When Heavens gate opens II she's there, dye say
We must Mt judge our foes, says God aboyo,-
Surely some ground ofhope for those we love.