And when I watched that prostrate figure there

I thought that fate must be the worst to bear.

I next beheld a thin but patient face,

Aged by the constant twinge of hopeless pain,

Wheeled in an easy chair from place to place,

A form which ne'er might stand erect again;

I viewed that human shipwreck in his chair,

And thought a fate like that was worst to bear.

Within her room a beauteous maiden lay,

Moaning in agony no words express,

A cancer eating rapidly away

Her vital force,—so foul and pitiless;

And when I saw that face, so young and fair,

I thought such anguish was the worst to bear.

"Have cut the deep gorge with its wonderful curves." BOX CAÑON, LOOKING OUTWARD, OURAY, COLORADO.

 

A helpless paralytic met my eyes,

Whose hands might never grasp a friendly hand,

But hung distorted and of shrunken size,

Insensible to muscular command;

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