Logan Republican | 1903-04-21 | Page 6 | Haunted

Haunted. There came a whisper In the night, A little cry across the yenrs. And I who heard, In deep affright, Awakenod with unnumbered fears. "It Is some deed that I have dona, Some sin I wrought long, long ago; Hut hunhl am I tho only one? Then wherefore am I troubled so? "Kor all men do some ovll deed. And all men falter soma may fall; Do ghosts of Selfishness and Oreed Como back, O Qodl to haunt thom alt? "Mayhap some waywardness was mint In vanished days; mayhap I foil. Must I now drink the bitter brine-Must brine-Must I see uyes that gleam from hell?" Then came a whisper through the night. A ltttlo cry across the years. And I who heard, In deep affright. Listened with wild, unnumbered fears. "I am the ghost ot that Dure deed You might have done, but did not do; I am the ghost of that good seed You might have sown when Life was new. "And this It Is that haunts you now That deed undone, that seed unsown; Too late, teo late, to take the plow. The Bprln la gono, tho May Is flown I" And this I henrd amid the night This voice that called across the years; And when the dawn came, illvor white, I was companioned with my tears. Charles II. Towns In ttunday School Tlmoa.