Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-10-10
rHECHILDREN.
BY CHARLES 9. DICKINSON.

BY CHARLES g OASAAH4NSS.N'
When the lessons and tasks are all ended
And the school for the day is dismissed
And the little ones gather around me
| To bid me good night and be kissed;
Oh, the little white arms that encIrcle
Nv n, ok in tender embraced
Oh The smiles that are halOs of heaven,
Sending sunshine of love in my face.
And when they are gone sit'dreamIng
OfmY childhood 100 lovely to last
or love that my heart will remember.
When il wakes TO the pulse of the past,
Ere the world and its wickedness maue
me
A partner of sorrow and sin,
When the glory of God was bout me,
And the glory If God Within
Oh, nv heart grows as weak as wo-
mans,
And the fountains of feeling will flow,
When l think of the paths, steep. and
stony,
Where the feet the d"ar ones mus; go
or the fountains of sin hanging DER them,
or the tempest of fate blowing wild;
Oh, there's nothing on earth h llso molly
As the innocent heart of a child
They are idols OF hearts and household;
They are angels OF God in disguise
And His sunlight still sleeps in their tres
ses,
And His glory Still CLEANS in their eyes
Oh, those truants from home and from
heaven,
They have made me more manly and
mild
And 1 know how our Savior cnuld lik"n
The kingdom of God TO a chIld.
1 ask moi a life for the dear ones,
All radiant, rs others have done,
But that lie may have just enough shad-
dow
To temper the glare of the sun;
I would pray God to guard them from
evil,
But my prayer would bound back TO
myself;
All, seraph may pray for sinner.
Bat sinner must pray for himself.
The twig is so easily Bonded,
l have banished the rule and the rod
l have taught Them the goodness OF
knowledge,
They have taught me the goodness of
God
My heart is Il dungeon of darkness,
Where l shut them from breaking IL
rule,
My frown is sufficient correction,
My love is the law of The school.
1 shall leave the old house in the au-
tlImn,
To traverse the threshold no more;
All, how shall sigh for the dear ones,
That meet me each morn at the door,
l shall miss the good nights and the
kisses,
And the gush of their innocent glee,
The group on the green, and the flowers
That are brought every morning to me.
| shall miss them at morn and at evening
Their song IN the school and the street:
| shall miss The low hum of their voices,
And the tap of their delicate feet.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And death says 1.-The school is dismlssedp
May the little ones gather around me,
To bid me good night and be kissed.
THE wHITEwASH BRUSH.
The whitewash brush, the whitewash
brush,
10 SlCdiC4 III AIldn, SithtcI tHdu Jbon
In letters and science, in commerce and
art,
Ii plays IFS wondrous, powerful part
Aye all its naughty compeers are bosh,
Compared with the mighty whitewash
brush.
Commanded by influence or gold,
Is the protector of young and old
Every department of modern life
Reeking with wickedness and strife,
Society. politics, religion-Hush
They are all safe beneath the whitewash
brush.
Scandal and gossip. the signs of our time,
Petty sin and unheard of crime
Judge and president, priest and flock,
May boldly at public opinion mock
Whatever the peril, let them rush,
And hide in the shade of the Whitewash
brush
With fewquick strokes it covers shames
Paints all fairly the blackest of names
Investigations il renders short,
With friendly committees swift report;
And behpld, instead of the sinners crush,
A coat laid on by the whitewash brush.
All other emblems, then, let US lay down,
The cross and the sword, the mifre and
crown,
Nor learning, nor justice, nor faith shall
miss
To take for their standard signlike this
Without scruple, without blush,
The gilded sign ofa whitewash brush