The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-09-30

BY W. p. CARROLL.

I
dedicated to Mr.. and Mrs. Henry Housmsn
Mother. as I came home tonight
Ipaused for a moment way down the street,
And there in the glare of the electric light /
Thoughts came to my mind, both bitter and
sweet. |
And. wife, when thought of the years now
led
I couldn't keep back the falling tears,
As over the trail my memory sped
Clear back DER the trail OF thirty years"
"And I think OF our Willie, our black eyed
boy,
Asleep way back where the waters roll;
Our 1rst little darling-our pride and joy
While my heart goes back to Rock Islands
hill;
And went back on the wings OF time
And thought OF all how IL might have been;
I remembered, too,-but my eyes grow dim
That dear old cradle we rookie him IN"
Now, mother. don't stop me. Just let me
speak, :.
And when 1 get through then you can talk;
I don't know but some folks will call weak,
But all such people can take a walk;
Had Willie lived he'd have been a man
A good while agol And now, my wife.
Though I'm trying to do the best I can,
He'd cheered me on in this worlds hard
STRIFE"
"I know that the others are dear to US.
That We rocked In that cradle where we
rocked VIII,
And 1t might have been, mother, q good deal
worse
For our boy there asleep on Rock Islands
hill;
For this world is bad. SO the preachers say,
Though 1 don't believe one-half they
preach;
Willie, perhaps, would have gone astray
In spite OF the good that you could teach.''
well, Henry. 1 often am thinking, too,
or Willie, who left us SO long ago:
I think OF him.. Henry. the same as you
Our frst-born darling-we loved him SO.
Aud though all these years have rolled
around,
Bringing to us both Joy and pain,
Still 1 hear its old familiar sound
And that dear old cradle I see again.
"And a good many times when the shadows
fall
While the night creeps round our quiet
home.
Bringing its needed rest for all,
Ny heart to his little grave will roam.
But, Henry, twill never do to grieve
Let's remember while here below we dwell
Those words OF scripture-in them is relief
them doeth all things we'll "
"Stop right there, motherl I'm half inclined
To think there's a good deal in that book,
To use a slang phrase which comes TO my
mind,
That's nonsense and but the merest truck
When 1 think how our Willie was taken
away,
Our black -ey ed boy there under the sod,
Sometimes to myself at last 1 say,
Idoubt very much If there Isl God"
NOW. Henry, Just stop that. don't talk such
stuff
Though Willie is still In our memory yet
While the way seems hard, and rugged, and
Iough.
And his little grave we shall never forget.
There's a God, I am sure-a God OF love.
Though we all of His ways perhaps don't
see,
He rules over all, bslow and above.
And has built a mansion for you and me.
Don't you remember that time gone by,
1t was more than thirty long years ago.
When together We wandered. you and I.
And you spoke some words that were sof,
and low9
You told me then you would ever be true,
God being your witness to what you said,
Though all unseen and hidden from view
You thought then, Henry. there was a God
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1t is old, and wripkled, and faded now,
And the thresds OF silver are in the hair
That clusters around my aching brow:
But [ gave you, Henry, that little hand
And since then 1 have Journeyed by you
side
As happy as any within the land.
Nor regretting the day 1 became your
BRIDE"
I'VE nave sometimes had our spats, of course
Az husband and wife will always do,
But we took each other for better or worse
1 was sometimes wrong and so were you;
And although the pathway was sometimes
hard
We have travelled toge Their through smile,
and tears,
Till we've c ONE at last to that verge on the
road
That reaches down the declining years"
And there is left to US. Henry. our children
dear
We rocked In the cradle where Willie lay;
They are married and living around US here,
And we ought to be happy the livelong day
1 had rather our darling should sleep in the
Than to see hin fall In the worlds hard
strife,
As he might have done, with no power to
save
From living a low or a drunkard's life."
Yes, Henry, together we've both grown old
As hand In hand we have travelled on,
United by ties more precious than gold,
Until the journey is almost done.
We shall soon totter down to the rivers
shore
And float DER the surf to our distant home,
Where partings and sorrow shall come no
more.
To wait till the rest OF our loved ones come.
"When we pass through the gates that are
made of gold
We shall come TO a cottage not large nor
small,
And warm-.or there 1t never grows cold
Ard with room for our loved ones, one and
all;
And there in that cottage all will be Joy;
There in a land that is free from sin
We shall ind our Willie, our black-eyed boy,
And, Henry, the cradle we rocked him In"
GREELEY, Col, September q.
Coming.
Jenkins & Ross are receiving new
goods every day and have the largest
stock of boots and shoes in the city,
which they are selling at bedrock
prices; 1857 Sixteenth street.
Two hundred pounds of weiner
wurst sold at the Tivoli last week.
For first class watch work go to
ZEHNER, JACKSON 81 BUECHNKR'
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