The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-12-19
THE ORPHANS CHRISTMAS TREE,
BY BAYAkD TAYLOR.

From the German poem Of Franz Renckert
An orphan boy, with weary feet,
On Chaisi mAs eve, alone. benlgbted,
Went through the town from street to
street h& L,8t& AAA
a'A To see The clustering candles lighted
In homes where happy children meet.
R.sorc each House he stood, to mark
The nleasant rooms that shone SO fairly;
rTheatapera lighted, spark by spark,
1IIl all the tr sB we're blazing rarely;
And sad his heart vas in the dark.
He wept; he clasred his hands and cried
"Ah every child to-n'ght re- oicSs;
Their Christmas presents all divide,
Around their trees, with merry voices;
But Christmas 10 to ma denied.
"ORce with ray sister, hand in hand,
At hSme, how did my tree delight me!
No other spers shone so grand;
But all forget nae, nous invite me,
Here, lonely, in the strangers land.
Will no enc let me in, to share
The light to take some corner nigh itg
In ell these houses cRR't they spare
spot where | may sit in quiet
4 little scat among theA there!
''WiIl no ono let M ia to mighty
| will not beg tor gift or token;
on,y ask 10 sSS the sight
And hear the thanks of others spoken,
And that Will be my own delight"
he knocked at every door and gate;
HsrApped 1t window pARe and shutter
D.. haa .,,,A A.. y 10
Orc2me, the Welcome IMP TO utter;
Their ears were duh to outer fate. rE.
Each father looked with eyes that smiled
Upon his happy children only;
Their gifts the mothers heart beguiled
10 think OF them; noRe saw the lonely,
Forgotten boy,the orphan child.
o Christ-chlld, holy kiad and dear!
| hSYe no father &Rd no mother,
Nor TREND 10 save, TO give me cheer,
b thou my help there Is none other,
Since all forget me wandering here!
His little hands, the frost made chilly !;
Hia Uttered clothes he closer drew
And croHched within q csrnsr SILLY,
And prayed, AID knew net what to do.
Then, suddenly, there shene q light;
Along the street approaching nearer,
Anoi her CHILD, In garments white,
Spake as he camr-and clearer ,deArsr,
His vSIee made Mgsls Ia she night:
II am thu Chris have thou n fear !
Twas child ia my probation,
And children unto nae are near
tear and heed thy supphcation,
Though all the rest forget thee here.
"My seving word TO all bear,
And equallY to each tits given;
bring the promise OF my care
Here, in the street, be1sath the hea ven,
AS well as in the chambers there.
"And here, poor boy, thy Christmas-tree
Will ! sGorn aad so make gliRmer
Through all this open space, for thee,
That those WithiR shall twinkle d amer,
For bright as thiBe they cannot be T.
The Christ-chid with his shining hand
TheR pointed up, Ind 10! the lustres
That sparkled there He saw it stand,
A tree, O'erhuAg with starry clusters
On all it's branches, wide and grand.
30 far and yet so near the night
Was blazing with the tapers' spiendor
What was the orphan boys delight,
How beat his bosom warm and tender,
To see his Christmas tres so bright!
1t seemed to him a happy dream;
Then, from the starry branches bending,
The angels stopped, SRd thrOHgh the
CLEAN
They lifted him to peace uneuding,
They folded him in love supreme.
The orphan child is now at rest:
No fathers care he needs, nor mot hers,
Upon the Christ-child's holy breast.
All that Is here best owed on Others
He there forgets, where all is blest.