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Show A BOY'S POEM. , It Is generally known that the compositions com-positions of young boys and girls are apt to be mournful and abnormally gloomy. The young people like fun and merriment, but this Is a phase more of their physical than their mental make-up: Their mental habit Is sad, and especially fearful as to a future state. Here, for instance, is a boy of twelve, writing to a Chicago religious publication The Burning Bush, a poem. "No Rest In Hell," which opens as follows: From Inmost recesses, I saw a flame of fire. And In the darkness wrapped In flame A body; human, yet not human; Writhing in agony most Intense. Then thundering through a valley Dark and deep, I heard a volco Shrieking, "No rust In IIcllI" A body seeking death, But never dying; Crying aloud in Death'3 despair, "I am forever lost!" A sorpont great, with glaring eye, Colled around the being, Stinging with a deadly sting; And yet not unto death. There Is no rest In llclll Other stanzas tell how famous sinners, sin-ners, called by name, were grilled In hell and found no rest. But, sad as children's minds are apt to be as a rule. It Is doubtful, indeed, If many are prone to the sepulchral gloom Indicated as the habitual" state of the thought of this lad of twelve. His only hope Is to remove re-move him from temptation; he should write no more. |