The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1905-07-15
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GOD BYE, OLD HOUSE.


GOD BYE, OLD HOUSE.
Good bye. old house! the hurry and the bus
smothered till now all thought of leaving
But the last load has gone, and I've "a mo-.
ment,
All by myself. to say a last adieu.
Good bye, old house! l shall not soon forget
The witness of so much eventful time
And walls have ears they say, l beg you
Each secret that you have heard of mine.
Strange faces will come in and gaze upon
Irreverent and careless of each spot
That held in sacred keeping household treas
ureS,
All, well, you need not mind-it matters
not.
They'll wonder why that nail was driven
In reach of Freddy's hand at Christmas
That he might hang, himself, his little stock
That notch marked willie's height when
he was nine.
These marks that l have not the heart to
Johnny nut there before he went away,
Wishing. meanwhile, that he might make
They ment the days he had at home to stay.
Dear child! it was that corner held his coffin
When trouble. toll and pain for him were
And in that corner tco, ] have knelt daily,
Striving to find the way he has won'
Twas i'm that corner Margaret was married;
And that white spot upon the smoky wall
Is where her picture ~hung-those three nails
yonder af
Were driven to hoIu her SACK anu sCdIl'
and shawl.
And 50; old house. 20" have for every ole"l-
Astrange. peculiar story of your own;
As our bodies do when we have left them,
And powerless alike to make it known.
Good bye. good bye, old house! the night is
They'll think I've wandered from the path
i guess.
one more walk through tue foOhls' ia. IiO"
How strange and lonely is their emptiness
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The word orphan is one of the sad
dest in human language.
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Smiles should be the legal tender in
every family for the payment Of all
debts of kindness and each member
should be willing to take this curren-
cy at its face value.
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We do not need an introduction to a
great man to feel his greatness. If
you meet a cheerful man on the street
on a cold day, you seem to feel the
mercury rise several degrees.
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A right act strikes a chord that eX-
tends through the universe, touches
all moral intelligence, visits every
world, vibrates along its whole extent
and conveys it's vibrations to the very
bosom of God.
Whom shall we blame when life'S
JOYS are furnished and the sweetness
turned to bitterness? Whom shall
we blame for the strained and weak
ened eve that makes the. sunlight
painful? Whom shall we blame for
the scared and deadened conscience.
that makes duty a task and honor
a burden? We fancy that the con-
science of none of our readers is yet so
far deadened that he will not quickly
answer, Il, myself am to blame"
We resemble insects which assume
the color of the leaves and the plants
they feed upon, for sooner or later we
become like the food of u minds,
like the creatures that live-in our
hearts. Every act of our lives, every
word, every association, is written
with an iron pen into the very text
IRE Of our being. The ghosts OF our
murdered opportunities, squandered
forces, killed time, forever rise up TO
rebuke us and will not down. How
hard it is to learn that like begetS
like; that an acorn will always be-
come an oak if anything; that birds
Of a feather will flock together. Let
our young people especially, remem-
Der this and be careful with what
birds" thew associate.