PITY’S TEAR DROP.

As Pity looked down from on high,
     So smilingly, sweetly, and meek,
A tear-drop that stood in her eye
     Fell on a Drunkard’s cheek.

Astonished, he looked above,

     Not a star overhead could he see;
He said: “’Tis a tear-drop of love
     Shed by Ella for me.” [Page 119]

For he thought of the wife of his youth,
     Of the heart he had broken when won;

And that tear-drop conveyed a reproof
     For the spirit his crimes had undone.

His feelings were seared by the thought,
     Heaven’s sunlight had entered his soul,
One of Pity’s bright tear-drops had wrought

     A deep-seated hate of the bowl.

Oh! deal not unjustly severe
     With the Drunkard you meet in your path,
For Pity does more by a Tear,
     Than the strong can accomplish in wrath. [Page 120]