For the Columbian Fountain.
THE ORPHAN BOY.
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THE ORPHAN BOY.


BYREv. NEWTON HEsToN.


An orphan boy, with pale features, and
form, was recently found reclining
on the steps of a large mansion in our city, ev-
identity in the last stages of consumption; and
when asked why he did not seek the comforts
Of home, replied, 81 have no home am dy-
ing, and no one cares for mel
Fading is my life away,


Like the beams of setting day,
And very soon shall be


Ushered in eternity.
Oh how short my stay on earth,
Flush'd by grief my youthful mirth,
Far away from scenes of home,
Deaths cold breath is whispering Come
Chersh'd loved ones, too, are gone,
in sadness stand alone,


see the crowd that gathers round,
But hear return'd no kindred sound.
Shaken by by some friendless wind,
On the ground bright fow'rs find,
Which might have bloom'd much longer yet
Had they not rough tempests met.
Thus, alas I'll soon be found,
"A scared leaf upon the ground
Or floating swiftly down the stream,
Be soon forgotten, as dream.
Be it sony spirit HES
To mansion in the skies
Loved ones there again 10 see,
And forever happy be!


PHILADELPHIA, 1876.