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The Youth And Sage.
The Sage gazed on the downcast boy , And sadly shook his palsied head . " Yes , sorrow follows fast on joy , And love is but a dream , " he said . " No move by woman ' s wiles be caught , Ancl fly from sickening scenes of slaughter .
In winter—take your toddy HOT , In summer—stick to gin and water . " AV . H . M . ( Prince Mason . )
The Nameless One.
THE NAMELESS ONE .
Win knew him in the beauty—In the purity of youth ; AVhen all his thoughts were thoughts of joy- ^ His words the words of truth ; Ere cruel time had tried him , AA ith a touchstone too intense , And turn ' tl to sin ' s unhallow'd snares A heart of innocence !
AVe saw him in the sorrow Of a painful after age ; AVhen hope gave place to pale distrust , And kindliness to rage : Then saw Mm sinking slowly Under keen misfortune ' s glance , Until the' solemn struggle came
Of life ' s last utterance ! Oh ! had he only wander'd AAliere his better feelings led—Had only sought the sinless path That happy spirits tread !—AVe should not then have needed
Thus to shroud him in his shame—To lay him where no tablet tells His long dishonoured name ! JOHN LEE STEVENS * ( British Lodge , No . 8 »)
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Youth And Sage.
The Sage gazed on the downcast boy , And sadly shook his palsied head . " Yes , sorrow follows fast on joy , And love is but a dream , " he said . " No move by woman ' s wiles be caught , Ancl fly from sickening scenes of slaughter .
In winter—take your toddy HOT , In summer—stick to gin and water . " AV . H . M . ( Prince Mason . )
The Nameless One.
THE NAMELESS ONE .
Win knew him in the beauty—In the purity of youth ; AVhen all his thoughts were thoughts of joy- ^ His words the words of truth ; Ere cruel time had tried him , AA ith a touchstone too intense , And turn ' tl to sin ' s unhallow'd snares A heart of innocence !
AVe saw him in the sorrow Of a painful after age ; AVhen hope gave place to pale distrust , And kindliness to rage : Then saw Mm sinking slowly Under keen misfortune ' s glance , Until the' solemn struggle came
Of life ' s last utterance ! Oh ! had he only wander'd AAliere his better feelings led—Had only sought the sinless path That happy spirits tread !—AVe should not then have needed
Thus to shroud him in his shame—To lay him where no tablet tells His long dishonoured name ! JOHN LEE STEVENS * ( British Lodge , No . 8 »)