Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1873-05-01

pcnncss, fricndlcss. out in the street,
hungry and homeless with nothing to cat,
She who once the beloved and admired
She who had all that her heart had desired
Now that she's fallen, wretched and poor,
Is pushed from the pavement as she sts by the doc
Fallen too low torepent or to pray
Say the Sisters OF Mercy, as they pass on their wa,
Little they know what she suffers within,
As she thinks of her folly and the horrors of sin,
Nobody thinks, nobody knows,
Nobody cares where the sufferer goes.
She has Travelled all day
And the night has grown dark,
She has nowhere to stay,
She il sickened at heart.
The tears from her eyes, that falling like rain,
Give ease to her heart and relief to her brain.
She has come to bridge where the dark waters roar
She leans by the arch to travel no more;
She thinks of the future, she thinks OF her nome;
She thinks of her childhood and feels she's alone;
She thinks of her mother in grief and despair,
But knows not her mother is pleading III prayer
Her bosom is heaving, she's gasping for breath
As she thinks OF the future the horrors of death!
Frantic and wild, she kneels down to pray,
Striving and thinking to know what TO say,
Mcrcful God! in her grief she exclaims,
How shall wash from my soul these dark stains F?
Sins of omission that wrought my disgrace,
Sins of commission that cannot erase,
Merciful God! Oh. where shall fly!
l am hating to live, l am fearing to die.
Out OH fes ocean drift in the storm.
Oh! how wish had never been born!
Reckless and fearless and desperately sad
Has she fallen so low that none is so bad!
off in the dark in the dead of the night
Away from the living and out OF their sight,
She travels all night and thinks she's alone,
Knows not that the angels are leading her home.
She lilsgers to rest in the dawn Of the morn
BY the house and the home in which she was born,
Her hands to the door bell, to ring in the hall,
She wonders If any one will answer her call.
No; she won't ring; she clenches the door,
The bolt gives way and she steps on the floor.
The footstep is heard by listening ear,
And voice cries, Mary, is 1t you that hcar?"
ayes, mother" that's all the sufferer can say.
Her mother to meet her hastens away;
She has spent the whole night peadngs and prayer,
And now she is thankful to know she is there,
The past is forgiven, she's loved and caressed;
In the arms of her mother she weeps on her breast
Crying, Mother dear mother, want to begin
TO tell you how far have fallen in SIM"
Hush tell it to Jesus when YOU are alone,
Its joy for your mother to have you come home"
" How happened it, mother, night like the last,
SO dark and so dreary,. the door was not fast?
L" 1t never was fastened. by night or by day,
Since you my dear Mary, wandered away.
For months and tor years have prayed when alone
That yOu my dear child. some day would come home; ;
And the door was not fastened, believe me, tbs true
For fear you might think 1t was barred against YOU
Think not of the past, think not of your shame.
Your mothers mother, she's always the same;
But think of our Father and his fostering care
Who heard your dear mother and answered her
prayer"