The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-08-07


A fair young child, with weary feet, from
wandering to and froO Farlr bus wills
At last o'ercome with WEAKNESS, sank down
upon the snow; cElGT90w9N bio
His tender torn was thinly clad, though
rough, bleak winds swept by ,8tl ~ {
And froze upon his cheeks The tears that
q owed so mournfuily.. 90 w a1g lay
They tossed the curls far of his brow, back
from the eyes OF blue, .,eo.r, eilf;f 8
And gave such looks Of suffering from out
their azure huej eW Aedt bua .emg.
Though none bat God was near to mark the
tears that from them rolled To EslIl
While from his lips came oft the. moan-'sI
am so very coid.n - = +oil5ia" on
A drowsiness came DER his frame, aud soon
he ceased to weepr0,D .,er .. II Q.
And on the chilling snow he thought to lay
p him down aud sleep ;1ggg a.1 T9om'
But tire 10 holy teachings, first his evening
D prayer he said, il R3lD9lG1E Y t55&H]
And kneeling gently down, he clasped his
Etitfened hands and prayed.
''My heavenly Father" were the words that
from his pale lips came, ME irr. - +
And many dark ard dismal night his pray
er had been tue same 7UaaGJE
e'Please let me die and take me to the gen
tile shepherds fold 81 "t# ".
want to 90 SO very much, am so very
a& cold. ~ lth 3i5I- " tEf3 'Na
"WhenI mother died and went 10 heaven to
be an angel bright0rrrs II = .r
She said might come pretty soon, please
IS let me 20 tonight ;9In..- nj 81.
want 10 feel. her dear warm arms agair
around me told3; y9aA ,Io82E g %
. Fath hI i let ne go 70 her, am SO very
There was a time, wheue'er these same small
-. hands we've elasped in prayer, e9
At dusky hour OF eventde, another form was
3f there .IJWlG CtHI 9n'.n G. -t
And ere these curls were laid to rest upor
their downy BED, 'Elo i3g -'
A fathers hand IN blessing lay upon tina
curly head, q ''''
There was a time wien round this self-same
childish form were thrown tI#g".
The Thousand comforts, dear delights, and
guardian cares OF home; UP" l..
The budding happiness of lite shone on hic
csre.iree brow, ','''' ''''t 4' .'
And love end warmth and light were there
where are those blessings now!
Twas not the ocean storm that sank the
@J father meath It's wave 2-- HH~
Twas cot toni disease that laid the mother
In her grave 30 @''.'''
Twas not the raging fame that swept the
pleasant home away,
And turned the patient toll of years to ashes
in day.
'TWas tn demon of the wine cup set the
fathers brain on fire, ~ 7.-"' w
And plunged his soul and body into ruin,
dark and dire
While drop BY droplthe life.blood oozed
fran out the loving heart
OTHER who vowed to cling TO him till death
Itself should part. ..-.
And when her weary life was DER they laid
her in the ground,
And lett her child in this cold world, to wan
der up and down.
And now alone with freezing form beneath
the wintry sky,
he kneeled upon the cold, white snow and
wildly prayed to die. 10 ~ r afT
When morning with her streaming light
came Ger the eastern hill,
And flashed her beams acrJss the plain she
saw him kneeling still
And from the cold and parted lips came not
one trem bling word: ...r .
Ihe blue eyes raised 10 heavenWard closed
the 'Orpan's prayer" was heard.
= WoonsOcket (R. ~ Patriot