The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1875-07-17

,nl mon f1i in uIsoI um chit
WIN llHnfiuWtd o. md HiH hunfy INF
a., ~ MS uh uuiu uli tluutt
~ Wr' l.il nuI liH.ytH Wnr dlm,
lllH litul WIS Wruh uud hIs uTtu wHl slim
Ana IT. tyuB ht uili 20 moan.
: hnd known illnt mnu In my youthful dny
'"', },W l'ir, lni ma head wns grny
Mnnn .n' tyl BE- boy,
Ahd thought, " How ,t,nrpo he ollngors yet
7Ih,u We ulunlns ihd hopes ~ his lliO arc sci
} Ana cloudod oycry Joy"
took his hand with trembling hcnrt-
lio raised lis hend with u sudden start,
ANA on mo slt his eye
DO yOu know muyet old mnI ?" IanidY
"spcnk lpudl spoke, aud he shook his hond
Ana brehthcd nlpud u Sigh.
told my nnmc, nnd Ihc ODD mnn smiled
| And SHld, know the now, my chiil;"
And struggled Ia his i,ci,
/ And There IhtwInud Ia hiH hind pInhrncO
! saw ltiitN drop nom ihu uld man = hicc,
ANA ielt his old heart beat.
81 knew Thy mihcr before thy birth,
And lhd no dunrcr friend on earth,
My hoyhoOdS mate was he;
iint hn with tho rest of nay friends haS gone
They've drOI ped Oh from mo ona by one
There's mono lett now but mo
",ly life was shaped for another agc--.
bul !lmo ilnS brought me To u stare
Wlcfu no puft eau M
And tho world with It's rIll drrision Snccr
Rcpu,'es my uS less prsunrr here,
AS tho' there by my wlll!'
"My son, near four score years ana ten.
rye wniChgd the ways und hearts uf u,rn
In wonl ~ well ns woo.
I've sought 10 lind the secret cluNy,
To Int Illusion mon pursue,
Called pleasure hero brluw."
My store of bliss ,houghtcomplctc
Whom round my Knees, ith piHtIlr sweet,
-, saw my bnbcs Mt play;
70 I'VE Tor thrin was my delight
And Tor thrn with my munhUUd'S \ mlpht,
toilcd from day to day."
~ vowed no JOY that wealth could bring,
NO vantage mat from gold could "prinB
should to them wanting br;
said u he their shelter now,
AM when meath age bond nay brow,
Their love Will comfort mo-"
"lcars rolled nlong-thosu srlrsamc ycar,
That stole my strength, perfected thcirs,--
lhtlr bluUin was my decline;
ANA oh! what pleasure ill my heart
When unto each CAV" his part,
I'LL not mite was minu.'
"My hand was now with palsy shook
MY step was lame and aim my look
My cunning was forgot
But needed not my liirS decay,
For ! for them mad tuilvd, and they
Would now forget mo not"
" But nh! twas thcn-twns then / learned
The anguish OF n heart that's Spurncd
by those IL holds most dear
No longer iittcd for toll and gain
| was, saw 10 alas! too we'll
No longer needed here"
'l!ut now alone and scorncd I'M left,
vi every JOY ana comfort rrit,
No ear to heed my cry;
Forgotten in this lonely cell
by those loved alas! too we'll
Neglected hero to die!'
Yes, yes, l'vc lived to SOC the time,
lnf t.Nl l... l..l. .l..t.. t.,, rt.
Rewarded with II frown--
l'vc lived TO learn that children bring
But grief Mt last-wealth but II sting,
And age thorry crOwn!"
- linger hero from day to day,
watch and wccp-in silence pray
That God may send mo death;
-Four score of years, long since have passed,
D! Heaven Grant this Is the lasc,
That will prolong my breath"
llc sank back in his old arm chair
stole away ana left him there,
Welcomed meath afiliction deep;
llnDurdening his load of grief,
10 Him whose mercy gives relief
When man can only weep.
4 week had pasta solemn throng
Moved slow and silently along,
Thro' that drear winter blast
We laid IN old form meath the sod,
And turned away with n sad Thank God
The Old man rests at last!