The Newtown bee., 1879-12-24
AN IDYL.
The Poor Frozen Man.

of her Kindness to . Re Poor VroZin MANI
The night was dark. the wind chill.
The snow had reached the window sill
Right mournful was the sad refrain
May we never hear Its like again.
please ope' the door for frozen man,
I've come the way, as far as can;
Please ope' the door, if its not too bold
Oh ope the door-l'm dying with cold"
! We op'ed the door and let him in.
His shoes were holed-his clothes were thin,
His wriLkled cheeks and sunken eyes
His anguish told without his signs.
The silvered locks of the poor old man
Were crimped with ice aud he thus began.
What shall. do gainst sleet and blast,
And the snow that's drifting very fast7"
His face covered with drizzling tears
His tottering steps proclaimed his years,
His voice was feeble-well-nigh cry
One would think that he must die.
The ice had pierced through all his clothes.
Tho frost had bitten both hands and toes;-
How he did live, could know
personation of every VOC!
They sat him down with best of grace.
They rubbed his hands and dried his face,
They all cried OUT. :" II nat a pity to see,
On! that he mad such home as we.
What shall he do for nigh uly bed
Or. vino will give him ualIy bread!
Has he no home or nindred deaf,
No friend on ca. til to give him cheer?
Has hc vile. children 1air,
With golden curIs nu L brown hair7
From nome deserteI does he roam,
Or, is he straying away from nomo2"
His wants reieveQ-removed his care,
He says, " / We been ana ia
My tale ii tell, 'twIn sootne my mini,
For It's As bleak as the aowilug WIND
"oh, woe is me and I'll tell you why,
My dried and CANNOT cry,
My ueart Is sore and my b. som 1e,ls
That Pm tue sport vi the worlds wheels
Hard is the fate of aged man,
Wnose years lie gone.
Whose cheeks are Observation-Disclosures eyes are CHM
The world over no joy tor LINN
Friends hid, they were kind to me.
Like the wooulnau VINO bl- eds the tree.
They .ilIered all my little sore,
And nole return to M more.
I've noso no friends. for I'm ternpest-lost.
ship on the beach by ocean tcst.
There 20 pass its dull lie away,
few short Yeas aud then decay.
Il had home, twas very neat,
Adown he lane beni1d the rect.
Where the RIVER rams. WHEN it turns down
To Kiss he valley Cuts1oe the town.
My parents were known for being Kind
And never let grief to cross my mind;
Wise was my Iather-never rude:
My mother was slways doing good
My noble wife was DEAR
Sweet as sp ing n the budding year,
Three daughters IN ne. aid can tell
4 happier lot to few men befell.
"a villain came and lured the first
must forbear the bitter rest
She left her home and kindly hearth
Where now all me the worst place on eartf
Could get DER the pain this brings.
I'd like to tell you other things =
My braiu burns. and the marrow boils,
That's wore by far than my other tolls.
THE second died by fell disease.
W ringing my soul of all its peace
But she fell asleep in her mothers bed.
So hardly count her 'mons the dead.
Had my other child but ended SO,
The pang would leave but hdfit woe
Instead of this weep, and pray
Gods mercy for her dying day.
THE last of the three my own hearts joy
An angel bright without alloy
! She paid the debt. despite my care,
And hied. as Gagged bird, through the air.
MY blithe young boys were just but four.
But they lost to eyermore;
Their country called, they couldn't stand
The Rebel sweeping FER the land!
a cannon ball swept the head OF one.
Beside the stream of the Rapdan
The next was found as cold as Stone
minnie pierced through his breast bone.
''The third fell in the thickest fight.
As Meagher scaling Marys Height;
He was seen no more-God took him home:
Alas for me left here alone.
THE last OF all--he was the youngest one
Returned home when the war was DONE
He stayed with me.-made my poor heart gay.
But joined his brothers on last May day
| " T,eenty balls Ger his body glanced, q
Fifteen times were his arms lanced
That he didlive tits hard t explain.
His body an ulcer of every pain
Their poor mother no all had.
She pinned away and at last ,eent mad
Lived for year in 'roubles sore.
That rent my heart to it's very core
"A mouth DER after this event
Before knew what time spent
My brain crazed and my mind was lost
On sea of thoughts of every caste.
-" Under a mount of Overwhelming care
prey of sorrow and lone despair:
No friend was near-they all were gone:
It's ever so with a stricken man
Awokn at last. with memory di,e
More scorching than a raging fire;
CT ed my fll Ills rue to tell
felt resigned, but never we'll
"Fien S CAD flies. IN summer suns
, HE to their homes when winter comes -
Or false sailors. when hope is dark,
They left me alone--a sinking bark.
why am here when hope is fed
Like the forest tree that's almost dead ?
Nc more for me can the summer smile
My sun is darkened all the while
! "The tree is withered. entirely shorn,
BY the blight of autumn winters morn !;
Many whit >ught their work on me
I'm blasted down like that olden tree.
Need much more to you relate
Alas what il poor mans es.ate3
cloudy N. and stormy noon,
wintery that mnst end soon