AN OLD MAN’S PRAYER.
In the loftiest room, of princely state,
Of a modern palace grand and great,—
Whose marble front is a symbol true
Of the inner splendors hid from view,—
On an autumn night, when wild without
The bold winds held their revel rout,
Rudely assailing the passing throng,
Through churchyards creeping with mournful song,
A group was gathered around a board