BURLINGTON, IowA SATURDAY, DECEMBER IA, .ls44..

The Printers Doena.


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e The Rrinter's Doom.


A printer, weary and wan, s


His face al morta ypae,
AZ he weari y p odded his homeward way
Before the breaking Of ear y day, .a


Broke out in bitter Wal. .


His voice was husky and ow,


As though his lungs were gone;
And he coughed and gasped, and cougAed again,
And he pressed his hand on his heart in pain,


Viii . thus his p amt ran on:


s.. ~ world Of toi Is thisl .isa ls8 ai
a.e Il hath no Joys for me, S. asq fa,efa
IT'S abor by day, and abor BY night, An. ,..,s.
BY the ight of the sun, and BY cand ight-
Labor continua y.
s aSome men have aday of rest, f,ns


But Sabbath for me is not: ,.E ii
II Is toi the week, and toi on the the day
That God has given to rest and pray ~ sta9
'a Lo! this 10 the printers OIL so


"lVhen was boy I" he said, v,


81 aged on the hi Of green;
I swan in the stream--l fisftsd Ia the brook
.dnd b sssed was to sit and ook s ss3a
,gsifs Unfsttsred on Natures seaas. M at
For twenty sad years o. more.
-ts%3 MY ife has worn away


In murky rooms of poisonous ar M $3.50
= hen I've yearned for sight ofthe ~ eys fair.
49, .and the ight ofopen day. hss bee
2Ra4l ..An innocent prisoner doomed


NV heart is heavy within; aa<a #tH
Oh why shou d pan untainted BY quit
Who the oosl Of creature never hath spi C.
Be pent like fe on for emp" i aaaa


The printer then cooyhed aud sighed
The stars were growing dun a4a.s4
find he upward & anced at the morning sky.
rs he in y thought It were good to die iN7a33e


.dnd death wou 4 b resi- 70 him.


His heart was tired Of heating;


He prayed to the Lord above 'tksV
To pity man whose heart had been riven
By toll for other mems interest given
N .and he wept for His mercy and love.


He hied to his humh homei


Hs chi dren awoke to cry


Oh. father oh mother! Pm hungry for breadi'
.amd the printer bowed down with an aching heed
On his Mary's spto die! 4i.al


Oh ye! who have never known
The richness that's in Z crust
When nothing is found on the desc ate she T.
.dnd the suiferer's pocket 10 empty Of Peif-


Receive my story on trust. ff
's.a Say not in your care ess score.
4o~0k What boots sthe ta e to you! Ntsat
The rhymer who traces these roughly writ rhymes
Hath known Of such sufferers IN other day times,


.dnd the main Of his rhyme is true.


Remember this no y truth


The man who Z oof hath stood
When heart broken brother for succor did crave
.and he stretched not finger to b ess and to save


Is veri y gui ty of b ood!