Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Issue 3626, 6 October 1874, Page 3

Original Poetry.

STICKING UP.—A SENSATIONAL LAY. The road was rough, the wind was cold. And pitfalls all about me told Of hidden dangers I must brave, In breathless efforts life to save • While she, the dearest thing in life— My own, my best beloved wife— Lies racking on a couch of pain, I’d sallied forth in haste to gain The needed aid of chemist’s drug, And back was speeding o’er the waste That lies near York Place District School, When suddenly appeared in view A little man of sombre hue, Who, hearing footsteps in such haste Scampering o’er this barren waste, Waiting for no friendly greeting, Took to his heels, up-hill retreating Like a redshank on the trail; My voice, though raised, of no avail To stop this scared and frightened wight Who’d strayed from home, on this dark night. My house I reached in time to save My own, my dearest, from the grave; .And, offering up a fervent prayer To Heaven for all its kindly care, Soft sleep my eyelids gently closed, And, as I nodded, .winked, and dosed, I dreamt I jjaw, in frantic haste, A figure speeding o’er the waste That lies near York Place District School