The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-07-16
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Editor IF The Timcs- Dispntcll
Sir,-Will you or some OF your readers
give the t,atne of8the author Of the fol-
lowing verses, and obllge,
Loves Sorrow.
Rocked like a bark on storr,-raslnE
Almless I rush to some fate-drlven
al shore;
Wild are the winds that hasten mo
onward;
Cruel the waters that carry me DER.
.Racked by a passion eternal, undying,
NY soul cllngs 10 something i fa!n
would forget;
Each heart beat d pain. each nerve string
& a victim Of sorrow, I live to regret.
Woocd by wild and relentless emotion,
Born OF a passion rs deep as the sea &
Reason Abandoned my heart grew to
yearning,
Yearning for somcthing-lor love ana
, for thee. f
Lured ny this love, knelt at thy altar,
Pledging my soul as the price Of thy
heart;
Pledging in vain, although still imploring--
Begging for, something that could not
IN be bought. 5
Lingering still my memory wanders
Truant, my soul seeks In darkness for
thee; TIL
jWayward, detected, forlorn, disappointed,
Wret cted, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. for me.
What is the price Of a souls deep devo-
Penniless, yet could purchase the
II sorrow were gold and pas sion sa't'I we're
silver; 8s
Millions on mllions now should be
5g 5{{t III worth
But rocked like a bark on storm-raging
ocean, ,
Love unreuuited, II drift to some shore;
Destiny drives me away from the harbor
or loves sweet fruition, alas, ever
Little Old Log Cabin.
Editor OF The Times Dispatch:
81 Sir,---You request In the query column
for the old song, tOld Log Cabin In the
Lane" I send the original words:
."oLD LOG CABIN IN THE LANE
I'm growing old and feeble
And II cannot work any more.
So I'll lay aside my rusty hoe to rest;
For old mistress and old master
Are sleeping de by side,
While their spirits are sleeping with
the blest. FIJI
CHORUS. 4
The hinges they are rusty,
And the door is tumbling down,
And the roof lets In the sunshine and
the rain; sf
And all the friends have left me.
But that good old dog OF mine,
In the little "Old LOB Cabin II the
Lane"
Oh, there used to be happy time.
Not many years ago.
When the darkies used to gather round T
the door. III
And they used to sing and dance at night
And play the old banjo.
But, alas they cant 60 So t anS m95e'
oh, the scenes around this place have
9, changed 4
The darkies are all gone. ~,
And | cannot hear them singing IN
the cane;
And soon I'll go to sleep with them
BY the little "old Log ' ca On IN n 'ne
Lane SS1 1'oo''. u'.I
Oh, Dad. don't you be so sad
And melancholy now.
For you have many happy days In
A,tbough you're old and feeble,
You've boy that's young and strong,
Who'll love and Will cherish ey Sars
Oh child. don't you forget -
That the time VIII quickly come
When r. shall leave this earth forever
IT'S sweet for you to remember
THAT i've done tho best l could
And want you to meet me on the
Happy Golden Shore" (chorusa.)
III try and do the best I can
TO make thee happy now; !,
III comfortland keep thee from az PAIN
And the angels will watch Ger US
While we're sleeping side BY side
In the little "Old Log Ca an ~. IN me
Lane" lC''orus'
E. MAE IsBELL.
Mrs. M. Rouss.
Editor OF The Times Dispatch:
sir-Please publish In your query col
INN the date OF the death OF Mrs. Rouss.