Cañon City record., 1897-09-09
The Handy s. Mcoee Mercantile Go.
THE coSvIcrs STORY Ann rxArEK.
BY MRS. EVA + .oeHss.

BY MRS. EVA ROGERS.
A palmist once came to my door and said
In voice persuasive and calm:
''My friend, let me read your future:
Win silver please cross my palm:
There is much that can tell you
OF love. or fortune, or fame;
And IT lies in your power. my friend.
To make life a glory or shame"
somewhat reluctantly held
My hand for her to read.
For gay young friends stood round me
Anxious to hear all she said.
How often I've thought of her plea1ing look
And her words SO strangely true;
IF you mete out sorrow to others
Twill be measured back to you"
Il see in your life that is past. my friend.
most happy childhood there;
Provided with everything needed.
Protected from every snale:
Every fond wish has been granted
That money or love could prepare,
Health. wealth. education. are you-s.
oh. put yourself now in Gods care"
Guard well these precious gifts. my friend.
They are from God you know;
Let thy body be as a temple
In which a pure soul shall grow;
For these are very precious gifts.
To others through you he has given.
For thou If thou be lifted up.
Will draw others. too, to heaven"
For only the good and pure in heart
And those who like Him strive to be
Are useful. and faithful, and helpful.
To lift up humanity
You are no longer a child. my friend.
Now put away childish things;
To honor and truth every impulse bend,
Be worthy the crown of king
Then go forward with courage undaunted;
| Be strong in the battle for right,
God needs you his blest word TO carry
| To those who seeking the light
Send a mes age to each of his children
who are bound down in sin and in strife:
Help them to repent. then sin not.
And drink of the water Of life
Then I spurned her outstretched hand and
said.
I think yo5tr words are not true;
That God, II he had n mes sage for me.
Would not send one SO .owiy rs you
Ny money and friends will protect me
From Is life of shame and sin;
I think / can manage my own affairs
Without special care from Him.
Time went by with its changes
Ny heart grew sad and cold:
was crpel. heartless. scornful;
I was out of the Good Shepherds fold,
I am weary now. heavy laden,
| And long to be at rest;
| IL I had but needed wise counsel
I could rest on Jesus breast
How often now in my lonely cell
/ think of those words so true.
'.If you mete out sorrow to others
Twill be measured back TO you.-
| did rot think in my naughty pride
That like Jesus, she came TO save
Such as 10. arrogant creaturei-
From a dark and dreary grave.
have laughed in gIee at the cheek that
paled.
And the head that bowed In prayer
When took from their lives all the sunshine
And left naught but shadow and care
when hunger made them faint and weak
None of my store did give;
Not even a word of cheer did I speak.
Or wish that they might live.
Ne-er piucked one thorn from the rugged
path,
or sighed that they sorrowed so much,
Nor gave one mite of my strength to bear
Their burdens. or even touch
OF my je~elled hand in kindly grasp
Did of1er, or even u prayer.
Nor sought to soothe the fevered brow,
Or offered their troubles TO share
oh II had but needed the warning,
And those words so sad. so true.
III you mete out sorrow TO others
Twill be measured back to you
They ring like knell through my aching
brain
And tears fall thick and fast;
NY heart beats a sad refrain
A. 1 look back over the past.
Condemned to die and NIL a murderer's
grave.
And sIeea that LONG sleep that knows no
waking.
oh thar my prayer may have power to save
The boys who yet may choose, tween heaven
and such a grave
Say TO them, touch not the wine glass.
Trust not followers but make friends
BY being all that God loves most;
Be pure. be honest men"
reap what I've sown, oh. just reward.
A harvest of thistles and tsres.
Nothing have for the Master
Unless He'll accept my prayers.
That my wicked life and the death die,
Like a lighthouse on life's rough sea
enguif
Would to God my prayer could reach
And save some precious soul
Who is standing now where once stood
Reaching toward the goal.
Go tell TO the boys my story
With shame and sin rife
That IL may be a warning to them
All through life.
May God help the boys OF America.