TEDD Y S LE TTER.
Creeping like childhood off at night, And like it finding with the light Each darling wish, each dear desire
To find the silver star of Hope,
For us to wear alway ; Hearts that we covet for our own, The promised white and mystic stone,
The lamp to guide us in the way ;
The cloak that chanty bestows ;
The glad youth that is gone ; A letter from the shining shore, From happy ones gone on before,
To help us struggle on ;
Ah ! then we d hang our stockings up,
As well as Lou and Ben ; And if they were not full at first So full the gaping stitches burst
We d hang them up again.
��TEDDY S LETTER .
WHAT a harmless thing intirely, Wid its writin all agee, Looks this bit of letter, comin From old Ireland here to me !
But I tell you tears is startin , An I m chokin as I go