A SKETCH.
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III had wandered far from his mountain home,
rom the green hillside and the dear loved cot
Nnr his restless spirit fain would roam,
sSs And a mothers tears could stay him not.
His heart beat strong in the flush of youth,
And the light of hope flashed from his eye,
lKiSd his bosom glowed with love and truth,
Ind proudly he said, 81 will win or die"
ld many year had rolled away ....
Nut where we're the wanderers wealth ant


fame?


AiaB still penury held her sway,


Ind known to few was his humble name.
1zN bad abored hard-he had toiied for naught
ne had borne with sorrow, pain and care,
Ae had found but phantoms in all he sought,
IND his heart was cold with stern despair,
xfAflow and thin was his haggard cheek,
And dull the glance of his sunken eye,
md few were the words he deigned to speak
He had failed to trin and he longed to die
md strangers gathered around his bed,
Tor they knew that death was drawing near,
Ara they smoothed his pillow and raised his


head,


and listened his dying words to hear.
AHA slowly he murmured, with pa uting breath,
My Father! my Mother! the green hill


side"-- q.
2dk his voice grew thick and was choked in


death,


md thus, like many, he lired and died


Oily Springs, Mississippi.