I saw a man with fever wasted,
so weak and wan;
Stranger, though to me that mortal,
While he told of all his sickness,
How he lingered day by day,
'Twixt life and death with just one motive
fate without delay.
I heard a land and cheerful voice
him words of cheer,
Wondering if that heart would soften,
he wiped away a tear.
Then I heard responses uttered,
Which to me seem strange indeed,
And as I thought of his past history,
heard that kind voice plead.
Gently then she bade him listen,
told him of the love
Borne to poor unfortunate mortals,
passport up above.
Then there came so plain an answer,
Doubting I if such could be,
That a frame so worn and shattered.
answer such as he.
"God to him in years now past,
Had been so
cruel and unkind.."
But hark! again I hear a sound,
tone upon the wind.
That voice still near him gently warned him
plainer than before
Of the cause and why the sorrow,
him in days of yore.
After words of kind advisement
words of hope and cheer,
A promise gained from that inebriate
aright the coming years.