New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-12-02
MARTINS PUZZLE
Nv George Meredith


h che co.s p the street with her book in her hand,
And her Good morning, Martin! Ay' iasS' NJ" 70
Very we'll thank you, Martini can't understand
might Just as well never have coboled snoe'
can't understand t. she ia, fslHs ha nn rns Of class
She seems to give gadness while lnpi RIPE along
Yet sinner ne'er suferd like that httlo lass
First fool of boy ran her down Win cart n
Then her fool Of a father-a blachsmltn py uauo J,
WHY The deuce does no tell It half broke his near.
His heart where's the leg OF me poor boot! hsr down
To make her go crooked but why count the st'
II it's right 10 suppose that our human anars A.. +,
Are ali orer'd by Heaven-there bang goes my ns' !
For II angels can look on such sights-neyer MIND -
When you're next to Disappearing It's host 10 DO
The parson declares that her woes weren't designed
But then with tho Pagson It's an inSt
ca # tea , no, obase mi Why next
The Archangel Michael might taste OF the rod
But, to see the poor darling go lmplng for miles
TO read books 10 sick people and Just OF an age
When girls learn the meaning Of reamdS ana 'ss
The more push thinking tho more br, ta Tsvoi'e'
1t starts up when my puzzle solve
And says, "Thls crushed body seems such SAD
case.n
Not that she's for complaining; she reads to earn
And from those who can't pay simple thanks are
Does she leave amentation for chaps without sensei
Howsoe' or, she's made up OF wonde iai stuh
Ay, the soul IN her DOdy must Dc Il o'ou,
She sings little hymns at the close of the day,
Though She has but three fingers to lit 10 me Lord
And only les TO kneel down with and pray
What ask is why prosecute such poor dear,
If there's Law above all Answer that II you CAM
Irreigious I'm not but look on this sphere
As place whore man should Just INK ike q man.
1t isn't fair dealing! But, conttariwlse'
DO bullets in battle the wicked select, :, her ayes
She holds a fixed something by which am checked
Yonder riband of sunshine asope on the WALL
If you eye It mnute'll have the same LOOK
So kind and so meciful! God OF us all
It's the very same lesson we get from the BOOK
Then IS Life but a triall Is that what Is meant
Some must toll and some perish for others below
Ave I've lost 1t again. for 1t can't be quite So
She's the victim of fools that seems near the mark
on earth there engines and numerous fools
Why the Lord can permit Them were stll In the dsrk'
He does, and in some sort of way they're HIS toois
It's a roundabout way, with respect let me add;
If Nollie goes crippled that we may be taught
Rut nerhaps IFS the only way, though it's so bad
In that case VIC II bow down our headSas we ought
Put the worst of me is that when bow my head,
And / follow its tracks. quite fOTgctful instead
or humble acceptance; for question / must
Here's a creature made carefuly-carefully madel
Put together with craft, and then stamped on, and
The answer seems nowhere; IT'S dscoai that's played
The skys blue dish an implacable sky
Stop a moment I seize an idea from the pit.
they tell us that dscord, though dscord, alone,
Can be harmony when the notes properly NJ, .
Am Judging all things with single raj % tonof
Is the Universe one immense organ, that rolls
From devils to angels2 I'm blind with the sign|
II pours such spendor on heaps OF poor souisI
/ might try at kneeling with Molly tonight