, 1874-03-01
ALONE.

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Dying alouel In the d. r1.1es5 AID guozu
! Alone! in This empty, this desoato ROOM
Alone! and no cue to care:
Wild curses md oaths, md the coarre. ribsud Jest
Loud oatcries and ehouts, break my weariatune rest
! Alonei without striving or prayer.
Through the cracks in tho rafsezs tho Mus aky
But tho rain beats upon helpless I lie,
The rats IN the room starving about
Aye run me, in their reEe and rout: &:
And the wind tangs the r5cketty door.
Like . lost spirit, Cain-uke, coming mors near,
Tho st storm, Bsnshee-arayen, M hoyls diem.y dfear,
The future 50 near, that shudder to moet,
AL: Death, that alread5 hsa crept to my feet,
As liz Ia the da-kness-a1onel
Baek through the past roam my sad thoughts t.
night;
Bach to M home md r. childhood 80 bright;
Back through these long suffering years:
sec the dear homestead, the garden. the lea, ::
Through the aist and the comfort Of tears. i
Dim With the dust Of the ye.7s rolled away; +
Old memories crowd my Tast into day, r
And bring back thoso innocent hours: r:
Steal again o'er nlF scases, HE beartifW dream,
The muru,ur and ripple of that little stream,-
Tbs scent Of my own fragrant flowers.
He eaas with his winning and tre.clerous tongus,
And the same olden song, ever new, thtt he sung,
TIL listened, and trusted, md fell! -
Out drifted waif tie worlds troubled SEES; !,
There WAS no looking back, repentance for 1ne, =
But my heart fel. tho fires Of he'll! :.
With mouth nko rose bud and hair al a-curl, :
That waited for him ut the gate! :?
breathe nov again TINT soft sumrner-afr, -
And tho scent Of the roses. around everywhere, i
And weep that be 1oitered 30 1ase- =
have stood ali alone, in dreary alright,
Housele6s-homoess-fri endless-at night,
And 1ongel for I0orsel OF bread:
AyeI though I've diamonds, and laces of.Hnqw,
Been the envy Of those who scoff at ma so,
Yet Two wandered an ontcast, unfed-
And I've stood by tho river. in frenzied despair.
With the storm beating down shoulders 20
bare,--
On my shelter1ees, uncovered head:
But the night cried out to Tis Sin to he Hvg
And Gods thunder that 1ollod seemed TO ray Upfor
giy1ng;"
And tho river cried, it Sin to To dead!"
o mother! who died in thst wild, rai1ipg night,
When my frauk, baby-esea first opcd to the light,
Whose dear love cannot tell -
Whose deep, earnest love, I, alas mover Knew
Why did no: some warming come to from you>-
To the child that you prayed for SO well7
Q can 1t no. bo that &c will forgiven
Ha 61y6 OF sinner g She surely shall I've
That repenteth and siune.h mare"
o mother! stretch to rle that welcoming hand,
For my LIES bark was wrecked, md drift ou' the
EtT1nd, ;
And never ehal reach that far ehore.
How rough WIS the path to my traye1soied feet, 81
And longed lind word of forgiveness to meet. l
And wanlered in restless unrest III
Starving, dying, with wsn, hungry eyes ~
Perchaucc In the morning my freed t;.irit lies, -
Forgiven, On your shclcr4ug br caEt. +: =
Seal darker it grows, and bitter the .Ieet, {; +:
And colder and frco11g my hands and mF feet; r.: :
But see Hen standing there 1t the do1ri Ex.
0 God! trembling, helpless, fearing to die, .':':
Is there hope still for tie O ssy, Eh7n not
Meat the mother tl,at'a gone On before? +