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Article THE FRIENDLY GHOST. ← Page 2 of 2
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The Friendly Ghost.
A something prompted me to search The spot where she had stood , Ancl there I found , beside the church , A simple cross of wood .
It was not large—six inches long , But heavy for its size ; Antique it looked , ancl sound and strong—I doted on my prize . With reverential care I took The relic safe away ,
Nor at the treasure thought to look , Until a certain clay . A dream I had that riches great The cross to me would bring , I sought it out , I felt its weight , And wondered at the thing .
I thought , " 'Tis loaded , bad or good , To pieces it must come ;" The joints I found , 0 Holy Rood ! Surprise then made me dumb . The wood was hollowed to a shell ,
Ancl packed with precious stones ; I shook them out , and joy to tell , I had the wealth of thrones . Too surely mine this priceless gift , A rich and rare reward , To raise me up beyond all thrift
From humble yeoman ' s board . A cenotaph to her I'll raise , My gratitude to show ; Then passers by will , as they gaze , Recall the tale of woe .
The homely cross enshrined I'll keep , Ancl guard it night and clay ; With feelings grave , sincere , ancl deep My trust I shall survey . Through life adventures strange we meet , With endings sad or gay ;
If firm and true , the bad we beat , Come when or how they may . This tale a moral doth convey To those who read aright , To help the weak who succour pray Is sure to give delight .
A kindly act here freel y done , Without a selfish thought , A fortune for the doer won , Ancl lasting blessings brought .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Friendly Ghost.
A something prompted me to search The spot where she had stood , Ancl there I found , beside the church , A simple cross of wood .
It was not large—six inches long , But heavy for its size ; Antique it looked , ancl sound and strong—I doted on my prize . With reverential care I took The relic safe away ,
Nor at the treasure thought to look , Until a certain clay . A dream I had that riches great The cross to me would bring , I sought it out , I felt its weight , And wondered at the thing .
I thought , " 'Tis loaded , bad or good , To pieces it must come ;" The joints I found , 0 Holy Rood ! Surprise then made me dumb . The wood was hollowed to a shell ,
Ancl packed with precious stones ; I shook them out , and joy to tell , I had the wealth of thrones . Too surely mine this priceless gift , A rich and rare reward , To raise me up beyond all thrift
From humble yeoman ' s board . A cenotaph to her I'll raise , My gratitude to show ; Then passers by will , as they gaze , Recall the tale of woe .
The homely cross enshrined I'll keep , Ancl guard it night and clay ; With feelings grave , sincere , ancl deep My trust I shall survey . Through life adventures strange we meet , With endings sad or gay ;
If firm and true , the bad we beat , Come when or how they may . This tale a moral doth convey To those who read aright , To help the weak who succour pray Is sure to give delight .
A kindly act here freel y done , Without a selfish thought , A fortune for the doer won , Ancl lasting blessings brought .