The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-03-28

as night.
Yet blossom 1 fain would pluck today
from the garden above her dust
Not the dangerous lily of soulless sin
nor the blood-red rose of lust,
But a sweet white blossom of holy love
that grew in the one green spot
In the arid desertof Phryne's life, where
all was parched and hot.
In the summer, when the meadows were
aglow with blue and red,
Joe, the 'ostler of the Maggie, and fair
Annie Smith were wed,
Plump was Annie, plump and pretty,
with cheek as white as snow;
He wasanything but handsome, was the
Magpie's 'ostler, Joe.
But he won the winsome lassie. They'd
a cottage and COW,
And her matronhood sat lightly on the
village beauty7s brow.
Sped the months and came a baby
such blue-eyed baby boy
Joe was working in the stables when
they told b M of his Joy.
He was rubbing down the horses, and
he gave them then and there
All a special feed OF clover. just in honor
of the heir.
1t had been his great ambition. and he
told the horses so,
That the Fates would send baby who
might bear the name of Joe.
Little Joe, the child was christened, and,
like babies, grew apace;
He'd his mothers eyes of azure and his
fathers honest face.
Swift the happy years went over, years
of blue and cloudless sky,
Love was lord of that small cottage, and
the tempests passed them by.
Passed them by for years, then swiftly
burst in fury Ger their home.
Down the lane by Armies cottage
CHANGED gentleman to roam;
Thrice he came and saw her sitting by
the window with her child,
And he nodded to the baby, and the
baby laughed and smiled.
So at last it grew to know him-little Joe
was nearly four;
He would cali the pretty gemplin" as
he passed the open door;
And one day he ran and caught him,
and in child's play pulled him in;
And the baby Joe had prayed for
brought about the mothers sin.
Twas the same old wretched story that
for ages bards have sung,
Twas a woman weak and wanton and a
villains tempting tongue;
Twas a picture defly painted for a
silly creatures eyes.
OF the Babylonian wonders and the Joy
that in them lies.
Annie listened and was tempted; she
was tempted and she fell.
As the angels fell from heaven to the
blacklist depths of hell: -
She was promised wealth and splendor
and life of guilty sloth,
Yellow gold for child and husband, and
the woman left them both.
Home one eve came Joe the '0stler
with CHEEKY cry of "Wifel" s--
Finding that which blurred forever all
the story of his life. 4It-
She had left silly letter-through the
cruel scrawl he spelt;
Then he sought the lonely bedroom,
joined his horny hands and knelt
Now, o Lord, 0 God, forgive her, for
she amt to blame" he cried;
"For | ow't':' seen her trouble, and
'agone away and died.
Why, wench like her-God bless her 1!
'twaSn't likely as herd rest
With that bony head forever ON 'ost-
ler's ragged vest. it -"4lA-
ut was kind o. her to bear me all this
long and happy time,
So for nay sake please to bless her,
though you count her deed crime;
If SO be l don't pray proper, Lord,
forgive me: for you see &c = 200
l can talk all right to the losses, bat I'm
nervous like with thee"
Meier a line came to the cottage from the
woman who had flown;
Joe the baby died that winter, and
the man was left alone.
Meier a bitter word he uttered, but in
silence kissed the rod,
Saving what be told his horses saving
what be told his God.
Far away in mighty London rose the
woman into fame.
For her beauty won mems homage, and
and she prospered in her shame;
Quick from lord 10 lord she fitted,
higher still each prize she won,
And her rivals paled beside her as the
stars beside the sun. 'N# .rl
Next she made the stage her market,
and she dragged Arts temple down
To the level of show place for the
outcasrs of the town,
Ano the kisses she had given to poor
Ostler Joe for nought
With their gold and costly jewels rich
and titled lovers bought.
Went the years with flying footsteps
while the star was at It's height;
Then the darkness came on swiftly. and
the cleaning turned to night,
Shattered strength and faded beauty
tore the lsuIels from her brow;
Of the thousands who had worshipped
never one came near her now.
Broken down in health and fortune,
men forgot her very name,
Till the news that she was dying woke
the echoes of her fame; Cf cH
And the papers in their gossip, men