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Old Aleck the weaver sat in the nook	A
Of his chimney reading an ancient book	A
Old and yellow and sadly worn	B
With covers faded and soiled and torn	B
And the tallow candle would flicker and flare	C
As the wind which tumbled the old man's hair	C
Swept drearily in through a broken pane	D
Damp and chilling with sleet and rain	D
	-
Yet still unheeding the changeful light	E
Old Aleck read on and on that night	E
Sometimes lifting his eyes as he read	F
To the cob webb'd rafters overhead	F
But at length he laid the book away	G
And knelt by his broken stool to pray	G
And something I fancied the old man said	F
About treasures in Heaven of which he'd read	F
	-
A wealthy merchant over the way	G
Sat in his lamp light's steady ray	G
Where many a volume richly bound	H
And heavily gilded was lying round	H
One with glittering clasps was there	C
Embossed and pictured and wondrous fair	C
But the printed words were the very same	I
As those I read by the flickering flame	I
That gave me light as I stooped to look	A
Into the old man's tattered book	A
And I knew by the page's spotless white	E
No hand had opened it yet to the light	E
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Treasures In Heaven what rich man heir	C
To countless thousands your thoughts are where	C
With these he read of No ah no	J
Over the storm vexed waters they go	J
Where stout ships buffet the blast to night	E
With never a glimmering star in sight	E
	-
Day fretted the east with its stormy gold	K
But the turbulent ocean raged and rolled	K
And dashed on many a rock girt shore	L
The wrecks of ships that would sail no more	L
Lifting at times to the topmost wave	M
Ghastly faces no hand could save	M
And then far down with his treasures vain	D
Burying each in the depths again	N
	-
And the merchant looked from his mansion fair	C
Over the ocean with troubled air	C
And thought of his treasures in one short night	E
Whelmed in the deep by the tempest's might	E
Ah I knew by that pale brow's deepening gloom	O
That he owned no treasure beyond the tomb	O
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Day fretted the east with its stormy gold	K
Creeping slow through a casement old	K
And stealing sadly with faint cold ray	G
Into the hut where the old man lay	G
White and still was the scattered hair	C
And the hands were crossed with a reverent air	C
Calm and stirless the eyelids lay	G
Pale as marble and cold as clay	G
But the lips were tenderly wreathed the while	P
With the beautiful light of a saintly smile	P
And I knew he had passed from that desolate room	O
To a fadeless treasure beyond the tomb	O

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)

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