The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-03-26

the garden above her dust
MOI The ltnguorous lily of soulesa sin nor the
blood red rose of lust
I.ut sweet white blossom of holy love that
grew i'll the one green spot
In the arid desert of Phrync's life, where all
WAS parchcd and hot
In the summer, when the meadows were
aglow with blue and red,
Joe, the 'ostler OF he Maggie, and fair Annie
Smith were wed.
Plump was Annie, plump ana pretty, with Il
cheek as white us snow:
lie was anything but handsome was the
Magpic' 'osiler, Joe.
But he won the winsome lassic They'd n
cottage and a COW,
And her matronhood sat lightly on the vii
lage bctuty'S brow.
sped the months and came baby-such a
blue-eycd baby hoy!
Joe working i'll the stables when they
told him of his JOY.
He was rubbing down his horses and he gave
them then and there
All n special feed of clover just in honor OF
the heir:
1t had been his great ambition. ana he told the
horses 80,
That The Fatcs would send baby who might
bear he name of Joe
Little Joe the child was christencd, and, like
babies. grew apacc,
He'd his mothers eyes of azure and his fail
ers honest filcc
swift the happy years went over, years Of blue
and cloudIess sky;
Love WIS lord of that small cottage. and tho
tempest passed them by
Passed Them by for years, then swiftly burst
in fury DER their home;
Down the lane by Annie's cottage Glanced q
gentleman 10 roam;
Thrice he came and saw her sitting by tho
window with her child,
And he nodded 10 the baby, and The baby
laughed and smiled
So nj last it grew To know him-littc Joe was
nearly four:
lie would call The .sprctty gemplun, rs 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 wretchcd story that foi
ages bards have sung
Twas II woman weak and wanton, and a vii
lain's tempting tongue:
Twas Il picture deitIy painted for silly erca
OF the Babylonian wonders and the JOY thai
in them lies.
Annie listened and temptcd-she was
tempted and she fell,
As the angels tell from heaven TO tho blacklist
depth of hell;
She was promised wealth and Splcndof ana n
life of guilty sloth;
yellow gold for child and husband-and Tho
NbllstH ltIt lntiH bplH
Home one eve came Joe the 'ostlcr with Z
CHEEKY cry of Nv ifc.n
Finding that which blurred forever all tho
story of his life
She had left silly lcttcr-through the cruc
scrawl he spelt;
Then he sought the lonely bedroom, joined
his horny hands and knclt.
s'Now, O Lord, O God forgive her, for she aim
TO blame!' he cried;
"For | Owtt'a seed her trouble, and Il 9Ght
away and died
Why wcnch like hcr-God bless herr
'twlsn't likely rs herd rest
With thai bonny head forever on a 'ostlcr''
ragged vest
at was kind o her to bear me all this long anC
happy time
SO for my sake please to bless her, though yor
CONT her deed II crime:
If so be ldont pray proper, Lord forgive me
for YOU see
l can tail; all right TO 'osses, but I'm ncrvon.
like with Thee.
Meier II line came 10 the cottage from the wo-
man who had flown;
Joe, the baby, died that winter, and the man
was LEFT alone,
Ne'era bitter word he uttered, but ia sllenc,
kissed The rod.
Saving what he told his horses: saving Wha'
he told his God.
PARKWAY in mighty London rose the woman
into fame;
| For her beauty won mems homage, and she
prospcred in her shame:
| Qnick from lord 10 lord she lifted, higher
still each prize she won,
| And her rivals palcd beside her as the STAR
beside the sun.
| Next she made the stage her market ana she
dragged Arts temple down
| 70 The level ofa show place for the ontcasis OF
the town.
And the kisses She had given 10 poor 'ostiel
oe for nanght
| With their gold ana costly jewels rich aho
titled lovers bought.
Wcnl the years with dying footsteps while hci
| star was at its height
| Then The darkness came ON swiftly, ana The
golming turned To night.
| shattered strength and faded beauty tore Tho
laurclS from her brow;
| OF he thousands who had worshipped never
| one came near her now.
| Broken down in health and fortune, men for
got her very name,
| Till the news that she was dying WOKE Inc
echoes of her fame:
| And the papers in their gossip mentioned how
an 'actrcSs lay,
| Sick 10 death in humble lodgings, growing
| weaker every day.
one there was who read the story in n fT-oi
And that night The dying woman woke ant
looked upon his iucc.
once again the strong arms clasped her tina
had cIaS1cd her long ago,
| And the weary head lay pilloWed on th'
breast of 'Ostler Joe.
All the past had been forgotten, all the soi
| row and the shame; -
| lie had found her sick and lonely and his WIZ
he now could claim.
| Since he grand folks who had known hcr oh'
and All had skunk away,
| He could clasp his lonG-loSi Earning, ana h'
| man would say him nay
I'm his arms death found her lying, in his arm
| her spirit fled: -
| And his tears came down in torrents rs 1T
| kneIt beside her dead
/ Never once his love had faltcred through he
base unhaliowed life; -
| And The stone above her ashes bears the non
nred name of wife.
That's the blossom fain would pluek to-dii,
from the garden above her dust;
Moi The languorous lily of soulless SIN nor In
blood red rose of lust,
nut a sweet white blossom OF holy love ina
GREW in one green spot
In The arid desert of phtync's life, where III
was parched and hot.