Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-08-13
An OLD MAN,s Love.
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An Cd and feeble man uss this
OF whom this story,s tOid today;
2 SORROWS bed Known a. Wel1 - bdDg,
And he had nearly closed Hes plsy;
But stu he had no thought that time
H1d such Wild wings . tSAer on,
And g hs passed bis hfe Of prose and rhyme e
And youth, he thought Was here, was gone.
And manhood In it, prime had disappeared,
While wrinklss deep. marked Oar 6is face.
Had now to show that what he feared
While young had found . lodging-placs
But ghn he would not know twas 20,
But toiled on with dry and creakns bones,
Trying to keep ahead Of worldly woe,
And stunning the place that's covered DER with
STONES. ~ ,{@ .-z.s.a
And thus he tolls, with shoulders STOPPING down,
Writing with greatest win, to-day,
And looks not up. But DER his crown
Of gray The morning .unbea1as play;
5s6 Upon the page where crooked lines are seen.
And SEQ what's in the hearts remotest nook -.
OF age; and what it, love ha1 been. -
And 10 we look, and this Is what we see -
scrswled upon the sheet before us; 4iEs..@5rSa
; Twill show that with us, early though death be,
Those that live viii e'er dsplore us,
And I'VE and seventy more than We, %i-
Hen only recollect through smiles and tears
Our youth and its sad destiny.
Dear Lem, thou springtimeof my soul,
Hong to clasp thee In these arms again,
To ahield thee from the Ills and pain -
This life control.
Thou vert my joy but few days ago,
But death hath robbed thee from the earth, - r.
And taken youth and beauty well ~ worth, g.
And only memory left to know
That thou vast here, and al that's good Of thee.
I feel handI think it must be thine!
Aye, those fingers that 20 quietly intertvins
Are thine for me- -
All, yes, indeed, It is I hear sound!
That gentle voice only hers could be!
And thus 7 hear her say, Some up tome;
Ny love sI 80 beautiful in foim and f.cs,
And DER whose brow no sign, no trace
Is found Of LIES decay.
Return to me, that may see thea yet.
That may love thee - in days gone by
Wen foster Joys, that Ills Of earth may die,
And not our paths beset. -: = -'
Answer, my love, and tell It unto mo
That thou wilt come and ease my aching heart.
W.. Dot de- + hoa say "Here' love- We meyer part
Is taatsess, and I'd better far be there
And breathe the incense Of the heavenly air,
When death hath died.
So wait for me, I'll soon be there with Thea,
For am getting tired, and down viii lie,
And rest myself before the trip, try,
To once more see
And love thee, more than have loved thee yet.
And thstrembhng hand ia weakening now,
As he guides the pen, and wonders how
He'll cross unto his pet.
But he loves to talk to his darling one,
And he tolls on and tells her Of his love;
OF how he'd die to meet her up above,
II otherwise 1t can't be done.
Tho pen is wandering DER the page,
The scrawls are almost mes-ingless,
But love abounds in this rude dress,
And Ia not leseened cen by age.
At last the pen drops from his hand;
The hand falls Hstless by his side;
The smiles Of youth the aged burrows hide
Bespeak better land:
They touch the wrinkled brow so clammy,
With DEATHS stain stamped upon the clay,
They know that now his souls begun the day
In regions ever balmy.
No more will sorroWs crowd upon his head;
His dreams Of Lena are now realized;
And all the good for man by Heaven devised
Are resting on his head.