LITTLE GRACIE.

Bush Advocate, Volume I, Issue 24, 30 June 1888, Page 2

LITTLE GRACIE.

m (Founded on Fact.) The scene, a crowded station, with hundreds passing by Intent upon the cares of life, the engine standing nigh; One passenger, an aged man, marked both by time and cares, Yet clean and neatly dressed as aye in boyhood's brightest years. Asleep to all he seemed to be, in vain the guard essayed To rouse him from his seeming trance, for life no sign betrayed. At last, from lips that scarcely moved, a sound was faintly heard, A name he murmured softly, and c Graoie' was the word. Where's Gracie? Grandpa's little pet, with me I brought her here, We've started on a journey long, where's Graoie ? Is she near ? Ah ! I oan soaroely know the way, the journey is so long, Gracie and I together go ; where is my darling gone ? Here came the statiomnaster up, a small deal box his care, With but one name in pencil scribed, and Grace was written there. They led the old man to a bench, and kindly feet drew nigh ; A rug was found, and voices ask, what train you travel by ? " Thank you, at sunrise call me up, " then feebly answered he 1 A long, long, journey we must go, my little pet and inc. But he waa called ere morn by one, whom none can disobey, And ere the sun shone on his form, the soul had passed away ; The ' Stranger's Lot ' received his dust, and little Grade's too. In life they loved and death would not dissolve a bond so true. Viator.