The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-01-06
TEMPERANCE,
THE GREATEST SORROW,

Three aged DANES in the rosy mist
OF the sunsets fading gold
Gazed where the amber and amethyst
OF the twilight lay unroned
There's never sorrow on earth like mine"
Dame Margaret said, with sigh;
My heart ever mourns for its lost spring tiEae,
And the blue gone ont of its sky.
No happier mo Their in all the town
Than with my string Of pearls:
Three heads were golden and three were
brown
Three boys and three laughing girls:
They filled the cottage with riotous gleej
But scourge swept DER the land,
And none of my darlings were left to me-
Not one of my joyous band.
y breast that has thrilled with love divine!
crownless and desolate thronei
Was ever grief so great as mine
sorrow SO deep as my own9''
"Your happy past holds memory SWEET
Dame Elizabeth sadly said,
"The echoing patter of little feet,
And the CLEAN of each golden head
You know they are waiting in endless day
For the mamma they loved on earth.
All! surely no sorrow should cloud her way
Who has given six angels birth.
Ny breast never thrilled with the fnger-tips
OF that raI turous love divine;
Ihave no memory of sweet, moist lips:
Was ever sorrow like mine!
No future to hope for, no past have 1;
A life without love, spent alone;
No dear one to sorrow when death draws
nigh:
Was ever grief like my owny''
"Remorse stands not in the door your past, -
Dame Rachel said, with frown,
with its letters of steel to bind you fast
Till you bow meath sorrows crown.
You can but feel that when all is confessed,
In tn at day when our sins are known,
The darlings who lay on your loving breast
Will plead for you there at Gods throne.
And you-though you have none in Paradise,
IT'S glad assurance to know
AS you sit in tn glow of these amber skies
You have none in the depths of woe.
We say God is loving and merciful;
We have faith; we believe; we trust;
But our hearts are stubborn-we may not
school
Them for that which we know is just.
81. too, was mother, and my own hand
Placed a curse on my motherhood.
laid on the brow of my boy brand
Which barred him from all that was good
kindled the unholy fire in him
That burned with avid unrest,
And his sweet, warm lips drew the poison il
AS he lay upon my breast.
taught him Our Father his rosy lips
Learned the long prayer-learned it well.
Ipointed to Heaven and gave him sips
OF the drink which has peopled hell!
With wine on our table, and brandy sauce
For the buildings, and in the pies
All little dreamed that sins surest cause
Could lurk meath such innocent guise.
"I loved my boy, though my own hand hurle,
q Him down to the depths of sin;
You can not know how my hearts wide worl
Was conferred and bounded by him.
That fatal lesson so surely learned
Ere he knew deceit or doubt,
The fire had kindled burned and burned,
Till it burned the angel out
Then the tiend he had swallowed ragged with
For bind HIM, confine him, who CAM
Till the hands of my boy were stained will
sin
And the blood of his fellowman.
The forfeit of sin like his is-death!
Be still, oh, my aching heart!
/, who had witnessed his first sweet breath
Saw that struggling breath depart.
"See! the stars still CLEAN, and the sky /
blue,
The sun never forgets to shine
And the world has Borrowing hearts, tits true
But who has sorrow like miner
| Rose Hartotck Thorpe, in Dena0Test's Nonthtl