Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-03-08
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THE HAND OF GOD.

Take her up tenderly
Lift her with care;
Fashioned So slenderly,
Young and so fair"
ITom Hood
DBnICArION.
ITO those who reverence in woman, that purity al
true men honor, inseribe this poem. as a brother1
tribute to onr common trustl
Before her proud deceivers door,
She bowed her weary head. and wept;
For three long days. and three long nights
she'd neither tasted food, nor slept;
With things of Earth had naught to do,
But pray Of him who took her all
To take their child. and cherish it,
For her he loved before her fall
Her timid knocking at the door,
Pound no response from those within,
Where sounds OF revelFT. and mirth
But mock'ed her soul.polluting sim
"oh God in mercy then she cried
blot out this foul dishonor'd name.
But on the guilty head of him.
Who ruthless wrought my maiden shame
Great Father let the shifting hand
OF Justice, swift aud sure, descend
Nor with Thy majesty of wrath
pray one gleam of pity blend
May evry trusted friend prove false
May ev'ry scheme abortive prove,
TIN Ruin stares him in the face.
Nor hand, nor foot. the wretch may novel
May Earth To him be but deep Hell
May foul Disease his frame consume
Till Madness seize his reeling brain.
And seal in his blood his awful doomr
She ceased-her pale hips moved awhile.
All nevermore ON Earth to ehide
Her niithless lover who undone
Had left her, in his heartess pridei
There on the cold, damp stone she lay
What matter nowl To her it's soft
As couch OF down. Those weary limbs
Shall never stir again ON Earth
Nor those dun ears hear aught, until the final blast
She'll thrill each slerpers breast
opIressor and oppressed to wake at lasti
And when at morn they found her
Stin and cold, her seanty shawl
Close wrapt about her tiny babe
For both, alas pail
Not women only, but stern men
Wept at the sight Of one 50 young and so fair.
Brought, In the flower Of Youth.
To such q dread despair
And rough hands, used to toll but now
With wOman's tenderness endOw'd
Raised. carefully. the wasted fragile form.
And bore it from amid the weeping crowdl
oh, God Oh. God why isit
That the tender, clinging vine
Which throws its slender form ahout
The sturdy oak. shall unharm'd tsine
Round its protecting trunk
Whilst Mans aspiring soul,
That holds itself tn be
Full half God, shall ruthless roll
stone of pond.rous weight
Against the Souls dour of some hapless maid
Tin Honor, Justice. Purity and Truth
Are in the dust together laid
But what OF him, whose guilty hand
Has east this blight upon pure young souli
He. mid his boon companions.
Pass'd the night with pipe and bowl.
And. near the morning. druggcd with wine.
Unconscious lay iu slumber deep.
Until the elamor Of the venguful crowd
Aroused him from his drunken sleep;
Then stares bewildrr'd, at the gath'ring throng
As, with q sadder mirn
Than seems bedtting with so fair an hour,
They sternly gaze upon the woeful scene.
But not until the palid corpse
Is rais'd TO view by stalwart arms-
Until the sweet, imploring face
He knew, alas in all its charms
Meets his Wild gaze, does he hear aught
OF curse, and imprecation deep,
Which men. with quivung lip and flashing eye,
On her betrayer heapl r...
But when the upturn'd CLASSY eve meets his
That eye which Oft had shed its tender beams OF
him.
beaming, radnnt eve, that naught
save Mans cold, cruel pride alas might dim
lie rais'd a long wild cry as II a scorpions sting
Had pierced his heart of stone =
crimson tide bursts from his foamy lips -
But sre--he staggersi What piteous moan
Oh. Col ths open window -
Hars Eloud for blood deep calls -
Quick save him. coiurudcs Al too late -
The horrid doom his reeling sight appalls =
sec' See lie catches wildly at the icy sill =
Great Beaveu-hes gone
The unseen, sltadowy Hand of God" was there
Oh, iar, iar better had he neer been born,
TUturn an outraged Fathers love
To vengeance Tor his damning crime
To wrthe in flames Of Hell. II Hell there he,
Through dread, vast, awful. ali-eiernal Time
Oh. hefecly flaming blood OF Youtb--Beware TAX
heed
one moment pause Rein back the fiery steed
Reuopce sweet Sin Heed not the Syren's voice
Tread Virtues brigi.siarr'd paths. which heaven
ward lead
Spare gentle, loving Woman;
pure bright, trusting Angel God hath given
To cheer our pilgrimage below
To point path towards Heaven!