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Show A Picture From Life. -.4 How often we see in our village, A man who is bent and old; ' " "J .i A face that is rough and unpleasant, That hides a sad tale that's untold. They say in his youth he was happy, ' With a bride so fair by his side; ' x And often he told her he loved her, J As he called her his joy and his pride. ,;j They built a home so cozy, '" T'was a little nest for two; n Where love and peace and comfort, ' ' Dwelt with two hearts so true. ' ' ' ' "H Their work they planned together, . -J And love alone can confess; ' i Their dream of 'the happy future, As her hair he doth gently press. ) j But from comfort they move to a mansion, Where peace and love soon subside; ; And now to look into their life, . There is sorrow too deep to describe. 1 "1 We find he has fallen to drinking, His new friends have led him away; He has gone out alone into darkness, I He's away from his home night and day. ' Oh, why does he wander on this way? " i . Why doesn't he turn from his sin? His old friends he fancies will shun him, But his new friends will welcome him in. "1 His young wife alone, is heart broken, Iuir love for him never grows cold; As she prays fpr him always in earnest, ' To return the same love as of old. He has gone, he cares not for her pleading, ' His money and wife he has spent; I His money in gambling and drink, While his wife to the grave he has sent. What care his new friends for his sorrow? T'was his money alone that they craved, While his wife, who had loved him so dearly, Is sleeping alas in her grave. . . . This is why we now see liim wandering, A tramp in the street all alone; i His life he would give with a pleasure,' If he had just a place to call home. Vera Merkley. |
