The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1885-03-18
TIEE% POOR LITTLE BLOSSOM
WAS DEAD.


OBJ dear I'm So sired and lonesome;
] wonder Why mamma don't come
~'e told ue 70 -hut up my b'ue eyes,
And fore ] walked up seed be home.
S4 said SEE was going to see g'andma
IS e live. hy the river SO bright;
I'su.ct my mamma's fallen in there,
And p'raps Sc won't tum home tonight
aI ds-s I'se afaid 10 stay up here,
Wivout any fire or light;
But D1ds sighted the lamps up in heaven :;
zee 'em all twinklng and bright.
81 Iess I'Il do down and meet papa;
know he has stopped at the store
IT, pretty store full OF bottles
Wish be wouldn't 60 there no more
Sometimes he's 80 sicE, when he comes
home,
IIe -tumble- and falls mp the stair
And once. when he coined in the parlor,
lie kicked at my poor little chair.
"Aud mamma was all pale and frightened,
And hueged me up close to her breast,
Aud called me herpo litIe Blossom,
And--dcss ] forgotted the rest.
"But ] remember be striked at poor mann
ma.
Ili- face was 80 red and so wild
Aud remember lac -triked at poor mamma
And hurted his poor little child,
"ButI love. him and dess do find him ;
Praps he'll come home with me soon,
Aud then it won't be dark and lonesome,
Waiting for mamma 10 come
out into the night went the baby.
f.Su
With eyes that were blue a. the clear sky.
With halo OF golden brow hair.
Ont into the night went the baby,
Her little heart beating with fright;
TIL the tired feet reached gin palace,
All brilliant with music and Int.
The little hands pushed the door open
Though her touch was as light as a
breathj
And The little feet entered the portal
That leads but to ruin and death.
Away down the long floor she pattered,
The pretty blue eyes opened wide,
Till she spied in a corner her papa,
And the tiny feet paused at his side.
"Oh, papaw she said, a. she reached him,
And her voice rippled out sweet and
clear,
81 thought if / coined | should find you,
And now Pm so glad you is here.
"Ihe lights are so pretty, dear papa,
And fink that the musics so sweet;
But l dess it's most supper time papa,
For Blossom wants something to eat"
A moment the blear eyes gazed wildly
Down into the face sweet and fair,
And then as the demon possessed him,
lie grasped 40 the back OF the chair.
A moment secoud-'twas over,
The worl, of the hend was complete;
And the poor, little innocent Blossom
Lay broken and crushed at his feet.
Then, swift as the light came his reason
Aud showed him the deed he had done
With a groan that demon might pity,
lie knelt by the quiyering form.
He pressed the pale lips to nis bosom,
He lifted the lair golden head
A moment the baby lips trembled
Then poor little Blossom was dead.
Then the law in its majesty seized him,
And exscted just penalty
For only "a tend or a madman
Would deprive such baby of breath.
But the man who sold him the poison,
That made him a demon Of hell,
Nhy-he must not be less respected
Because he was licensed to sell.
lie may rob men of friends and OF money!
send them down 70 perdition and wee,
But, .o long as he pays for his license,
The law must protect him, you know.
God pity men, women and children,
Who are crushed by the Juggernaut
Rum
May press, pulpit and platform united
Fight strong till deliverance come
-GoOd Time