Norwich bulletin., 1909-08-24
FULL ASSOCIATED
 PRESS DISPATCHES
POETRY.
THE ORPHANS.

My chaise the village inn did gain,
 Just as the setting suns last ray Tipped with refulgent gold the vane or the old church across the way. Across the way I silent sped
 The time till supper to beguile, In moralizing OCT the dead
 That moldered round the ancient pile There many humble green grave Where want and pain and toll did And many a fattering stone I viewed Der those who once had wealth
 possest.
 faded beech it's shadow brown
 Threw OCT grave where sorrow On which, though scarce with grass Two ragged children sat and wept. A piece Of bread between them lay.
 Which neither seemed inclined to
 take
 And yet they looked so much a prey
 To want, 1t made my heart to ache. My little children let me know
 Why you in such distress appear, And why you wasteful from you throw That bread which many a one might
 cheerY
 The little boy in accents sweet,
 Replied. while tears each other Lady. we've not enough to eat,
 An! If we had, We should not waste. But sister Mary's naughty grown.
 And viii not eat. whate'er saya Though sure, I am. the breads her For she has tasted none today" Indeed" the wan. starved Mary said, "Tlll Henry eats. I'll eat no more, For yesterday got some bread,
 He's had none since the day before" My heart did swell, my bosom heave,
 felt as though deprived of speech: Silent sat upon the grave.
 And clasped the clay-cold hand of
 each.
 With looks of woe too sadly true.
 With looks that spoke grateful The shivering boy then nearer drew
 And did his simple tale impart Before my father went away,
 Enticed by bad men OCT the sea, Sister and did naught but play
 We lived beside yon great ash tree But then poor mother did so cry.
 And looked so changed. cannot tell: She told us that she soon should die, And bade us love cash other well. she said that when the war was OCT,
 Perhaps we might our father see; But if we never saw him more,
 That God our Father then would bel She kissed us both. and then she died.
 And we no more a mother have; Here many a day we've sat and cried Together. at poor mothers grave. But when my father came not here. I thought if we could find the sea, We should be sure to meet him there, And once again might happy be. We hand in hand went many a mile. And asked our way of all we met: And some did sigh, and some did smile,
 And we of some did victuals get. "But when we reached the sea and Twas one great water round us We thSgght Syas1n.. that father must b'
 And cried, and wished we both were 70 dead.
 50 we returned to mothers grave, And only longed with her to be-; For Goody when this bread she gave, Said father died beyond the sea. Then since no parent we have here We'll go and search for God around; Lady, pray, can you tell us where
 That God, our Father, may be found7 He lives in heaven. our mother said, And Goody says that mothers there; think perhaps she'll send him here" I clasped the prattlers to my breast,
 And cried: Come. both. and live with I'll clothe you, feed you, give you rest,
 And will a second mother be. And God shall be your Father still Twas he in mercy sent me here, To teach you to obey his will.
 Your steps to guide. your hearts ts -Anonymous