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THE OUTCAST.

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THE OUTCAST. GOD lielp thee child of sin and shame, For there is none to help beside And ill-prepared that fragile frame To brave the winter's tide; And yet its blasts, severe and bleak, Aj'e felt not by that burning cheek. The crowd is gone. Why lin^erest thou, A wanderer in the streets, alone, With aching heart and fevered brow, And anguish in thy tone Oh why trim up thy faded charms, To lure the thoughtless to thine arms ? The streets are thin—the crowd is gone, Extinguished now the festalliht The sou of pleasure hurries on, And hears thy faint good night:" Perchance his ribald jest may fall, To brim thy bitter cup of gall. Perchance some scornful word may bring The hopes of early youth o'ercast, And wake up memory's scorpion sting, To tell thee of the past; Darken the doom thy sin hath brought, And lash to frenzy every thought. Once thou wert warmly housed and fed, And nurtured with the tenderest care A mother watched thy cradle-bed, And breathed the heart-wrung prayer; Her heart was broken by thy shame, Yet dying, she had sobbed thy name. Thy sire was gentle, kind to thee, Though stern perhaps to all beside: He bade that child his piesence flee, Who stung his high heart's pride He spurned thee to an outcast lot, And from that hour he named thee not. Oh where is he whose lip of guile Had spoke of love to blast thy fame ? Why, others hang upon his smile For he is still the same— The petted slave of pleasure's throng, With fraud upon his heart and tongue. Yes! he had tales of love for thee— Soft, honied words he used to all, Thou trusted—he rejoiced to see, And triumphed o'er thy fall. What boots his coroneted brow !— Iscariot's curse is on him now. Avenged thou wilt be, wretched one Remorse will seize that ca lous heart, And thoughts will come he cannot shun, And wring him with their smart: In vain struggle to forget; His broken vows will scourge him yet. And there are others left to roam, To earn by sin their scanty bread Without that fearful prie-no home To hide the guilt head Cut off from sympathy with all, But those who share their crime, and fall. —11 The Student's Vigils."

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