_Wish And Item_

To the editor of the Item, Lynn, Mass.

I hope the heart that's hungry For things above the floor, Will find within its portals An item rich in store;

That melancholy mortals Will count their mercies o'er, And learn that Truth and wisdom Have many items more;

That when a wrong is done us, It stirs no thought of strife; And Love becomes the substance, As item, of our life;

That every ragged urchin, With bare feet soiled or sore, Share God's most tender mercies,-- Find items at our door.

Then if we've done to others Some good ne'er told before, When angels shall repeat it, 'Twill be an item more.