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 Purple Violets 
 
 Legend of the Valley Lilies 
 
 Sweet Pea Blossoms 
 
 Forget-Me-Not 
 
 The Dandelion Legend • 
 
 Crimson Roses 
 
 The Story of Nasturtiums 
 
 The Sleepers 
 
 Why Blossoms Fall 
 Pretty Miss Spring 
 Young Mrs. Summer 
 A Song of the Forest 
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 Let Me Ik GikmI . 
 
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 He Takci Such Care r,f Mc . 
 
 Good Shepherd 
 
 The Angel of the Sombre Cowl 
 
 The Silent Singer • 
 
 Beit of the Brave - 
 
 Hush, for the Hirds are Singing 
 
 Am I My Brother's Keeper? 
 
 Dregs of Dreams • 
 
 Her Fingers White 
 
 The Wooing of the Wave 
 
 Life's Gallery 
 
 Taper and Star 
 
 Vou are Vou 
 
 iiy Life- Harp 
 
 The Kissing-Gatc • 
 
 Love 
 
 A Mirror 
 
 All By My Lonesome 
 
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 The One I Love Beit 
 
 The Enamoured Star 
 
 Heart!* of Gold 
 
 Ve Quaint Guitar • 
 
 Farewell to Jack ■ 
 
 The IIorKleu Carriage 
 
 Poor Thing • 
 
 My Shadow • 
 
 Forget Me, Love • 
 
 Cupid's Warning - 
 
 When Mabel Takes the Wheel 
 
 A Dream of Wheels . 
 
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FLCWER LEGENDS. 
 
 PURPLE VIOLETS. 
 
 Violeti in purple mourning 
 Bloomed at flakes of driven mow, 
 
 aivary'i rugged path adorning 
 Ere the Saviour knew iti woe. 
 
 When the Virgin Mother, holy. 
 In her bitter anguish passed, 
 
 O'er the blossoms white and lowly 
 Was her sacred shadow cast ; 
 
 And the agony of sorrow. 
 Falling like a purple pall,— 
 
 Unforgotten with the morrow- 
 Still doth linger over all. 
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PURPLE VIOLETS, 
 
 Purple violets, remind ui, 
 Oh, reproftch ui with Hit p«in, 
 
 Lett the fleeting dayt thould And ut 
 Crudfyinf Him again I 
 
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LEGEND OF THE VALLEY LtUES. 
 
 LEGEND OF THE VALLEY LILIES. 
 
 Pwirljr belli, pearly bells, tinkle a melody, 
 Tell to the moonbeams, as pure as yourselves ; 
 
 Murmur it merrily, tell of the revelry, 
 Sing of the days of the fairies and elves. 
 
 Someone has told me that this is the song you sing, 
 Whispered so softly that wind-sighs seem loud,— 
 
 There is a valley, all quiet and beautiful. 
 Hidden from earth cares, where fairy folk crowd. 
 
 There, when the moon is round, all the gay dancers 
 are; 
 Each tripping fairy has bells wrought In pearl ; 
 Golden the tiny tongues, making soft melody, 
 Tossed by the dainty hands' swift twist and twiri. 
 
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LEGHNI) OF Tin: VALL&Y UUKS, 
 
 MW you can find th«n tuck«d Mfe in the thevny folds. 
 
 Sh«ltewd and hiddsn Uxm lunbeami' itrong light j 
 Often th« Mm« tinkling fairy tunes ring again, 
 
 When the iveet louth wind fans loftly at night. 
 
 Urten in lilence lone, -If the long day hat pawed, 
 Leaving your heart without linitain of wrong,— 
 
 Chiming distinctly in low tinkling melody, 
 You will hear clearly the pearly bellt' long. 
 
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StVEET PEA BLOSSOMS. 
 
 SWEET PEA BLOSSOMS. 
 
 Pretty sweet pea blossoms, 
 
 Nodding in a row, 
 May I tell the story 
 
 How you came to grow ? 
 
 In the long ago, dears, 
 
 You were quite unknown; 
 Never was your perfume 
 On the breezes blown. 
 
 But one day in Springtime 
 Many youthful Quakers, 
 
 At a quiet meeting. 
 Talked about their shakers. 
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SWEET PEA JiLOSSOMS. 
 
 One fair maid, Priscilla, 
 Who was rather vain, 
 
 Thought the snowy bonnets 
 Were a trifle plain. 
 
 Patience then suggested 
 That each shallow crown 
 
 Might be puffed up higher, 
 Like those worn in town. 
 
 Soon they had decided 
 That, from snowy white. 
 
 Each the hue would alter 
 To some color bright. 
 
 Where they got the dye stuff 
 
 I can never think, 
 But soon all were flaming 
 
 Purple, blue and pink. 
 
 Gentle Prudence only 
 
 Wore the simple white ; 
 
 She thought wearing colors 
 
 Could not be quite right. 
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SWEET PEA BLOSSOMS. 
 
 But as she went with them 
 In their bright array, 
 
 Every one believed her 
 Just as bad as they. 
 
 When the Wind first saw them 
 All was calm and warm, 
 
 But the gay sight vexed him, 
 So he raised a storm. 
 
 Every shaker snatched he, 
 
 Far away he blew 
 Pretty pink and purple. 
 
 And the white one too. 
 
 Far and wide they scattered 
 O'er the country round, 
 
 And, a short time after, 
 Blossoms new were found j 
 
 Blossoms new and fragrant. 
 
 Colors all so bright ; 
 Here and there a rare one, 
 
 Prudence like, in white. 
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SWEET PEA JiLOSSOAfS. 
 
 When the Quaker maidens 
 
 Told their story o'er, 
 They were each forgiven, 
 
 And they sinned no more. 
 
 Patience and Priscilla, 
 And dear rudence, too, 
 
 Soon were called the sweet P's, 
 They so gentle grew. 
 
 So the new-found flowers, 
 Then were called the same ; 
 
 Thus I end the legend 
 As I tell their name. 
 
 You a lesson teach us, 
 Blossoms dear, we love, 
 
 For to earth you cling not, 
 But climb straight above. 
 
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FORGETAfE-NOT. 
 
 FORGET-ME-NOT. 
 
 Along the garden', perfumed path 
 The Master ilowly came, 
 
 And asked the blossom, blooming there 
 ifthey could tell their name 
 
 The Queen of Flowers drooped her head. 
 And. ,n a whisper, "Rose," she said. 
 
 Like choristers in surplice white. 
 The Lilies sang reply ; 
 
 The Violets an answer gave, 
 Like Zephyr's balmy sigh' 
 And all their fair companion's knew. 
 Save one. obscure, in palest blue 
 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
 
 She raised a timid, pleading face, 
 And breathed, •• I cannot tell." 
 
 The Master paused : " Be comforted, 
 For I will name thee well." 
 
 And, stooping o'er the sheltered spot, 
 
 He murmured low, '• Forget-me-nol." 
 
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 " Fo/^; t-me-not," your restful tone 
 P.tflects the sky's soft blue ; 
 Like blossoms growing thickly massed, 
 
 It bears your message too, 
 And fills all nature with the thought, 
 •• Forget-me-not," "forget-me-not." 
 
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THE DANDEUON LEGEm). 
 
 THE DANDELION LEGEND. 
 
 Once no bright blossoms bloomed, gleaming like 
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 Dotting .he m«dow with ,„„.fl„k, „„,. ^, 
 
 Old Daniel Lyon,, a, hording.. r„.„.Le 
 Deep ,n an oaken che« hidden from .ighi. ' 
 
 Thnlled a, one touch only. ,ov«i but on. .ound • 
 iinkle of greeting each added one found. 
 
 M«nIyhed,eI.inahu.inthen,.ado,.|.nd. 
 Te.ch,ng young Dandy, hi, ,cio„, ,o «ve; 
 
 Little the though, then to treasure he gave. 
 
TIfE DANDELION LEGEND. 
 
 Sunshine was gold to him ; pleasing its glowing touch, 
 Fanned by soft breezes through perfumy air ; 
 
 ^V^th what sweet melody rippled its molten beams, 
 Over the waters when pebbles were there I 
 
 After a goodly time old Miser Daniel died, 
 Giving his treasure at last to his son, 
 
 Who took a portion and built a fine manor-house. 
 Yet had much more than was ample for one. 
 
 All poor and needy he sought through the country, 
 side, 
 
 Called them together, prepared a great feast ; 
 Scattered abroad o'er the meadow his guineas bright, 
 Numbering over a million at least. 
 
 Sunbeams danced over them, marking each gleaming 
 spot. 
 
 Till a new blossom bloomed yellow and round. 
 Just as some searchers appeared with the morning 
 light. 
 
 Thinking they more of the treasure had found. 
 
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CAV,tfSOJV /tOS/iS. 
 
 CRIMSON ROSES. 
 
 When the crown that pierced our Saviour, 
 Causing pain and bitter grief, 
 
 From Hif sacred brow was lifted. 
 Forth it budded into leaf; 
 
 And, where'er His blood-drops stained it, 
 Bloomed the fairest flower that grows, ' 
 
 Radiant and filled with fragrance, 
 Queen of beauty, crimson rose. 
 
 O^t its perfume wafts this message 
 Softly soothing saddest hours : 
 
 Tho' life's thorns may sorely «yound us. 
 Sometime we may gather flowers. 
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THK STORY OF NASTURTWMS. 
 
 THE STORY OF NASTURTIUMS. 
 
 TO MV NEPHEW NEa 
 
 O little one laden with bionomi f 
 
 Come list to the ttory I tell : 
 These flaming nasturtiums you've gathered 
 
 Bloomed first in a deep fairy dell. 
 
 One morning the Sun went a-roving,— 
 Perhaps 'twas t« call on the Moon- 
 
 And over the valley a tearmist 
 Made shadows of twilight at noon. 
 
 The fairies all shivered together, 
 Their gossamers clinging and damp, 
 
 Till one of them, warming her fingers, 
 Turned over a fire-fly lamp. 
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THE STORY OF NASTURTIUMS. 
 
 Then cotxed the the fltmclcti together, 
 And off they went dancing on high ; 
 
 They drove all the mitt from the valley, 
 And made every gau/y wing dry. 
 
 Now there it a law for the dell-fotk, 
 A law that ii learned by each one : 
 
 AH heat, and all flame, ii forbidden 
 Unlets it be tent by the Sun. 
 
 The mist arose higher and higher 
 
 And sh red the bright light to the Sky, 
 
 Who frow .ed on the fairies' wild revel, 
 And spoke with a thundery sigh : 
 
 " Oh, cease ye, oh, cease ye, my children ! 
 
 The Sun will return ere the night. 
 And banish you far from his earthlands. 
 
 On seeing your firefly light." 
 
 The voice so alarmed the gay fairies 
 They gathered around their good Queen, 
 
 Who said to them, " Hasten, my people, 
 Unfurl your broad sunshades of green ; 
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THR STORY OF ^ASTU/ITWMS, 
 
 " M.k, .harp ,hei, ,^g ^andU*, .nd fl« ih,m 
 I)«p down in th« Mith near each flame, 
 
 And mnr«, with burn.tuff go meddling. 
 To bring ui di«uter and ihamc." 
 
 They covered their brightllght, but em 
 
 I» brilliantly lent forth a glow. 
 Till, catching a glimpM of it gleaming, 
 
 Tht Sky lent the tearmiit below. 
 
 The milt wai lo lad on returning 
 
 It wept till it melted in nUn, 
 Which changed all the flameleti to flowen, 
 
 And there till thii day they remain. 
 
 Deep crimion, and icarlet and yellow, 
 Beneath their leaf lunihade. they lie, 
 
 Or peep out to catch the iweet raindrop, 
 Or lovingly imile at the Sky. 
 
 The Sum never knew why they bloomed there ; 
 
 The Sky would not tell him, becauw 
 She knew that the fairtei would never, 
 
 No, never, again break hii lawi. 
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TliK STORY Oh NASTUHIIUMS, 
 
 Now, little one, if you are doulrtiriK 
 Thi« ule that your Auntie h«« iuhk, 
 
 Juit taitc the green icxd in the bluttutn 
 The heat in it itill burnn your tongue. 
 
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THE SLEEPERS. 
 
 THE SLEEPERS. 
 
 The flowers were sleeping 'neath blankets of snow ; 
 Their jolly old daddy, the Sun, too, lay low; 
 He t, perhaps dreamed, but at last he awoke, 
 And pulled off the blankets and smiled at the joke ; 
 The slumberers heard him, but some hid their heads 
 And said they were tired, so stayed in their beds. 
 
 But up rose the crocuses all in a row. 
 With flannelette nightie-gowns making bright show; 
 While daffodils lingered until they were dressed ; 
 Vain tulips and hyacinths all wore their best ; 
 And some slept so long that the jolly old Sun 
 Threw rain-drops upon them and laughed at the fun. 
 
 He rattled the thunder and gave them a shake, 
 Tho' many deep sleepers he could not awake; 
 They slumbered till summer-day almost had passed. 
 But stayed up till eventide bright till the last ; 
 And when all were weary the Sun said good-night. 
 And snugged them again in their soft blankets white. 
 
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 WHY BLOSSOMS FALL. 
 
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 Dear Mother Earth her children trees 
 Clads well in robes of white, 
 
 That they may rest in perfect ease 
 Through all the winter night. 
 
 When Spring, the morning, softly dawns, 
 
 She calls each sleeping one. 
 Who wakens, slowly sighs, and yawns, 
 
 Till day is well begun. 
 
 Soon April brings a shower-bath, 
 And May fresh garments clean ; 
 
 Bright trimmings gay each maiden hath, 
 The lads wear sober green. 
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iy//y jiLossoMS fall. 
 
 The sister-winds their playmates are, 
 The gentle South and West, 
 
 And quickly come they from afar 
 To help them all get drest. 
 
 Each garment new is soon unrolled 
 And smoothed well in its place. 
 
 Till not a crease nor crumpled fold 
 Can anybody trace. 
 
 And then they hum a tuneful song 
 
 And play at in-and-out, 
 Until their brothers come along 
 
 And join them with a shout. 
 
 The brothers, North and East, are rough, 
 And play with such wild glee, 
 
 They tear the pretty trimming stuff 
 Off every maiden tree. 
 
 So this is why the blossoms fall, 
 And leaves ofttimes look creased ; 
 
 The boisterous brothers do it all. 
 The merry North and East. 
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PRETTY MISS SPRING. 
 
 PRETTY MISS SPRING. 
 
 Oh, pretty Miss Spring 
 
 Is a flirt of a thing ! 
 She has given Jack Frost his congd ; 
 
 All winter he wooed her, 
 
 And closely pursued her, 
 But ah ! she is fickle, they say. 
 
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 And good Master Jack — 
 
 Alas and alack ! — 
 Is as wealthy as wealthy can be ; 
 
 " I'd have ermine lining 
 
 And diamonds all shining, 
 But his coldness repels me," said she. 
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PRETTY MISS SPRING. 
 
 The Wind with a shout 
 
 Told poor Jack to get out, 
 For he lingered, stili hoping for yea ; 
 
 And when, broken-hearted, 
 
 At last he departed, 
 The fickle maiu wept night and day. 
 
 The ^Vind with a smile 
 
 Said, •• Dear, after awhile 
 You'll be glad that I sent him away ; 
 
 I will make the house clean 
 
 And will deck it in green, 
 And young Summer will soon make you gay." 
 
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 But pretty Miss Spring — 
 Oh, the flirt of a thing ! — 
 
 Still was weepy and winsome and shy ; 
 Till in glad days ensuing 
 Blithe Summer came wooing, 
 
 When her dewy eyes soon became dry. 
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 PRETTY MISS SPRING. 
 
 So, pretty Miss Spring 
 
 Has a dainty new ring ; 
 She'll be young Mrs. Summer, you see ; 
 
 And the dear fickle maid 
 
 Now is gentle and staid, 
 And as constant as constant can be. 
 
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 Young Mrs. Summer, one day in October, 
 Decider' her home needed furnishings new; 
 
 Reds were too bright, browns were faded and sober, 
 All yellows had withered, and greens paled from 
 view. 
 
 For the Wind sent she and asked him so sweetly 
 To sweep off the trees and to cut every flower, 
 Brush clean the meadows, and smooth them all 
 neatly. 
 
 And everywhere wash them by sending a shower. 
 
 Young Mrs. Summer is tall, fair and stately, 
 Her favorite color has always been green ; 
 
 Lovely her home, which until very lately 
 Was furnished and draped in its shimmering sheen. 
 
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 Wind, in his work, was so eager and steady 
 He raised such a dust that the birr'" flew away • 
 
 Butterflies, too; and when all was quite ready ' 
 He went to My Udy and asked for his pay. 
 
 Young Mrs. Summer, when payment was over. 
 
 Had httle to purchase her favorite green • 
 Gone were the birds and the bees and the clover 
 
 And everything round looked so cheerless 'and 
 clean. 
 
 Off to the Sky went she then for her shopping. 
 
 And stepped to a counter where bargains were low • 
 After inspecting and think.ig and stopping 
 
 She bought a white dimity-we call it snow. 
 
 Young Mrs. Summer with busy brisk fingers 
 
 Soon covers the bareness with hangings of white; 
 Then sends for Jack Frost, and not a day lingers. 
 
 But starts for the South in the first train that night 
 There she will work through the long sunny hours. 
 
 And Bachelor Jack will look after her home • 
 When she buys green things and many sweet flowers 
 
 Blithe young Mrs. Summer will back again roam. ' 
 
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A SONG OF THE FOREST. 
 
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 A SONG OF THE FOREST. 
 
 THE LEGEND OF LOVE-SICK LAKE. 
 
 When you wander alone through the forest 
 
 And list to the murmuring song, 
 If your heart be attuned to the music, 
 The words will come floating along. 
 I have listened so oft to the singing 
 That when it is plaintive and low 
 I can hear thro' the melody's sobbing 
 
 A love tale of long, long ago. 
 •' Nenemoosha I Oraemee I Omemee!" 
 
 The waterfalls purl as they flow ; 
 And the echo sighs softly, "Omemee ! 
 The sweetheart, the maiden of woe." 
 Like a willow wand supple and slender 
 
 Her movements were motions of grace. 
 And her eyes as the stars of the morning ; 
 And dusky as twilight her face, 
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A SOJVG OF TtfF. I-ORHST. 
 
 Ovcrihadowed by long lilken tretiet, 
 Which ihone with a luminout hght, 
 
 Like darkncM, when daylight appeaieih 
 Diipening the ahadowa of night 
 
 Now the West Wind is dreamily humming 
 
 The love-lays the dusky Braves cooed, 
 And the brooklet is mocking the laughter 
 
 That silenced each lover who wooed ; 
 But the melody varies and deepens, 
 
 A tenderer message is sighed, 
 And the brooklet grows fainter and fainter 
 
 To whisper the words which replied. 
 Oh ! this lover was fair as the morning. 
 
 His eyes as the blue of the lake. 
 And his hair, like its brink sun-illumincd, 
 
 And true was the promise he spake : 
 "Nenemoosha! Omemee ! Belovbd ! 
 
 The moon is a thin, silver thread ; 
 After, strand over strand, winds it roundly, 
 
 Omemee her lover will wed." 
 But the Waterfalls sullenly gurgle 
 How, speedily, far from her sight, 
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A so JVC Of Tim FOREST, 
 
 With no farewell, her lo?er wu baniihed, 
 Ere mo«n()camt illumined the night ; 
 
 How the Braves and the Squaws in derision 
 Then pointed the finger of scorn, 
 
 Harshly laughing, " Omemec, foruken, 
 The loveless, the maiden forlorn I " 
 
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 N»w the waters roar loudly their anger. 
 
 Till echoing echoes reply ; 
 And the wind wails its anguish of spirit, 
 
 Keyed high to a shrill minor uiy ; 
 Then it hushes and sobs how Omemee 
 
 Was dazed with their gibes and her grief. 
 And afar through the forest went roaming 
 
 To find for her sorrow relief ; 
 How the trees drooped their boughs to caress her. 
 
 The brambles and thorns bent aside, 
 And the blossoms clung fast to her tresses 
 
 To garland her fair like a bride ; 
 How the Moon rolled its last silver girdle 
 
 And over the maiden shone clear, 
 Till she startled and shivered enraptured. 
 
 And knew that her lover was near. 
 
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 ^ SONG OF Tt/E FOKF.Sr. 
 
 From the lakelet the heard hit voice callirtB, 
 
 And following a* in a dream, 
 Where the margin hung high o'er the water, 
 
 She gazed on the moon'a sparkling gleam. 
 For a moment the lingered and hovered, 
 
 Then gliding through quivering light. 
 Where the Wavelets called softly, " Omcmcc," 
 
 She floated and vanished from sight. 
 
 Now the forest is throbbing with music, 
 
 A harmony wondrously blent, 
 An ecstatic and thrilling emotion. 
 
 Commingled with blissful content ; 
 From the Brooklet a ripple of laughter, 
 
 The Waterfall's note like the dove. 
 And the Wind in a clear tone of triumph, 
 
 With echoes uniting, sing love. 
 And though years have rolled decade on decade 
 
 The Forest remembers the song. 
 And the wraith of Omemee appeareth, 
 
 And flits o'er the water along : 
 An elusive ethereal vision. 
 
 An eerie and mystical sprite : 
 
 
A SOA^a OF THK FOHKST. 
 
 Like the vaporous ipray of • fountAin 
 It glidci through the lilvery light. 
 
 And becauM of thii viiiunt ghottly, 
 Which followi the moon't brilliant wake, 
 
 And the Waterfall'i echoing tighing, 
 Thii region is called " Ix)ve sick Ukc." 
 
 When you wander alone through the foreit 
 
 And lilt to the murmuring iong, 
 If your heart be attuned to the munic, 
 
 The words will come floating n!ong. 
 I have listened so oft to the singing 
 
 That when it is plaintive and low 
 I can hear through the melodies sobbing 
 
 '^his love talc of long, long ago. 
 
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WHERE SISaS THE WHl^rOORWlU. 
 
 WHKRK SINiiS THE WillPFOORWILL 
 
 GoUlungray the twilight lingers 
 In the glory of the wt»t, 
 
 When- the whippoorwill ii tingi g 
 And the Uke it lulled to rett. 
 
 Every leaf hai stilled its motion, 
 listening for silent Night, 
 
 And across the placid water 
 Floats a path of golden light. 
 
 Gliding o'er its glowing lustre 
 Gentle Night meets tired Day, 
 
 Veiling his resplendent glory 
 As he slowly steals away. 
 
 Now the gray has lost its golden. 
 Dusky shadows gather deep, 
 
 Where the whippoorwjll is singing, 
 And the lake is lulled to sleep. 
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UNTRlElh 
 
 Hit 
 
 UNTRIED. 
 
 Two sister ships at anchor lay, 
 Or glanced along the sheltered shore, 
 
 Till one at evening sailed away 
 Intent to cross the wide seas o'er. 
 
 Alas ! the tempest tore her sail- 
 She sought no more the safe home-tide ; 
 
 Might not the sister prove as frail 
 That safe in harbor floats untried ? 
 
 And thus it is with men as ships : 
 They circle home or rove abroad. 
 
 And if the foot but seldom slips, 
 Temptation's path is rarely trod. 
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UNTRIED. 
 
 I ne'er have cauglit the red Gold's glance, 
 
 Enticing to another's heap ; 
 Mayhap the reason is, I chance 
 
 To have my own good store to keep. 
 
 No love was proffered me to choose, 
 Concealed in Virtue's seeming hood, 
 
 Which Right alone bade me refuse, 
 For I was given naught but good. 
 
 And so, no vengeful wrong have I 
 To sear my heart with bitter hate, 
 
 Nor do I hide with perjured lie 
 A crime we need not contemplate. 
 
 Thus, like the sister ship untried. 
 
 Along the shore I safely sail, 
 And watch, across my life's smooth tide. 
 
 The wrecks go down amid the gale. 
 
 Tho', if I ever put to sea 
 
 And battle with the hurricane, 
 The Pilot who goes out with me 
 
 Will bring me safely home again. 
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THE ANGELS KISS. 
 
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 THE ANGEL'S KISS. 
 
 When darkness slowly fades from earth away, 
 And dawning shades are turning rosy gray, 
 
 An angel comes, and softly stooping low 
 Leaves on our lips a kiss, a blessfed kiss, 
 Filled with protecting peace and heavenly bliss, 
 
 Which means, " I guard you and I love you so." 
 
 If we could drive away all woe and strife, 
 
 And thoughts of wicked things that crowd this life. 
 
 We should awake and that pure presence bless. 
 But, ah ! our eyes are sealed in slumber deep ; 
 The angel rouses not our soul from sleep, 
 
 And we dream on and lose that sweet caress. 
 
 I cannot feel the tender touch divine,— 
 Good wars with ill within this heart of mine- 
 But all through life my hope, my prayer, is this : 
 That when my night on earth has passed away, 
 I may behold soft lights of dawning day. 
 And wake at last to feel the angel's kiss. 
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EVANGELINE. 
 
 EVANGELINE. 
 
 (in mrmoriam.) 
 
 O Gentle Soul ! I think to-dav 
 You walk in some sweet ga.den place, 
 
 And blossoms bright, along the way, 
 Reflect your joyous face. 
 
 For he, who loved so tenderly. 
 
 Close clasps your hand within his own, 
 And whispering tells how it shall be 
 
 No more to feel alone. 
 
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 And oft together you may sit 
 
 With some loved volume on your kneei, 
 While o'er its pages sunbeams flit 
 
 Through Altering trees. 
 
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 EVANGELINE. 
 
 You, who so loved low laughter's trill, 
 And kindred souls' sweet company, 
 
 I feel such dear delights are still 
 Where you may be. 
 
 The dreams that proved too deep for deeds- 
 Those aspirations of the past 
 
 Whose blossoms ripened not in seeds- 
 Are possible at last. 
 
 The mysteries which vexed the brain 
 Before you reached the Tranquil Land 
 
 I think the Master has made plain, 
 And now you " understand." 
 
 Tis thus such consolations steal 
 To ease the anguish of the heart, 
 
 When through my lowered lids I feel 
 The tears of sorrow start. 
 
 So, Gentle Soul, I will not grieve, 
 
 Tho' whispered is your last " Good night "; 
 Some inner sense makes me believe 
 
 That all is right. 
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LET ME HE GOOD. 
 
 LET ME BE GOOD. 
 
 Let me be good, tho' not so good that I 
 Peer o'er the threshold of the byandby ; 
 
 But humanly divine, to play on earth 
 With unsoiled fingers— then I need not cry. 
 
 Let me hare sense to know wheu I am clean, 
 And handling not the common, low or mean ; 
 
 Else, dropt in Folly's dust, the tears of Sin 
 Commingle mud which never should have been. 
 
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 HE YON D THE HILL. 
 
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 BEYOND THE HILL. 
 
 A picture of a scene so fair have I— 
 The grasses seem to wave in restful glee, 
 A cottage nestles 'neath a maple tree, 
 
 A little pebbled brook is rippling by, 
 And distant, dimmed by twilight shadows still, 
 Uplifts in gentle slope a lofty hill. 
 
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 Along an upward path and near the crest, 
 A laborer, on toil's surcease intent, 
 Is slowly climbing o'er the steep ascent. 
 
 Naught has the scene but peacefulness and rest 
 To fill my soul with calm content, until 
 I wonder what is seen beyond the hill. 
 
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nhYONl) THE HiLL. 
 
 Is there obscured as l)eautiful a spot, 
 Where sunshine brightens trees and fields as grtcr», 
 Or has the artist shown the fairest scene ? 
 
 While musing thus, there slowly comes the thought : 
 As life is yonder view, and see we will 
 The future as we look beyond the hill. 
 
 Life's weary winding steep we all must climb ; 
 
 We form the future while along the way, 
 
 The journey ever lessens day by day ; 
 And if we wisely walk in this brief time, 
 
 Then will the scene our soul with rapture thrill, 
 
 When we can gaze, at last, beyond the hill. 
 
 O Father, loving, kind ! hold Thou my hand 
 And guide my footsteps that I climb aright ; 
 So, when the land revealed may meet my sight, 
 
 As I upon the distant summit stand, 
 All may be fair, and beautiful, and still. 
 And I may see Thee there beyond the hill. 
 
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 UK TAKES SUCH CARE OF ME. 
 
 HE TAKES SUCH CARE OF ME. 
 
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 Ofttimes I love to be alone 
 When twilight veils the lea, 
 
 To muse on our great Father God — 
 He takes such care of me. 
 
 A wall He has enclosed around, 
 Through which I scarce can see 
 
 The sin and pain that haunt the world- 
 He takes such care of me. 
 
 Through all my soul soft music steals 
 
 In such sweet melody. 
 It stills the minor wail without — 
 
 He takes such care of me. 
 
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///•; TAKKS SUCH CARE OF MK. 
 
 A voice I'll give those tuneful songi, 
 
 So that their symphony 
 May tell that He is Love, All Love— 
 
 He takes such care of me. 
 
 No fear have I of anything 
 
 In earth or sky or sea ; 
 In life, in light, in death, in night, 
 
 He will take care of me. 
 
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 GOOD SHEPHKHIh 
 
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 GOOD SHEPHERD. 
 
 Good Shepherd, oft in picture guise 
 
 I see Thee in the fold, 
 / little lamb within Thine arms, 
 
 Safe from the outer cold. 
 
 How tenderly Thou hast it borne 
 
 O'er all the rugged hill ! 
 'I'he sheep grown old, though weary too, 
 
 Must follow as they will. 
 
 
 When this I see I often wish. 
 
 Sometime in long ago 
 While I was like the gentle lamb, 
 
 That Thou hadst borne me so ; 
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GOOD SHRPHF.Hn, 
 
 That Thou hadnt placed mc in Thine armi, 
 
 Before my flecca was loilcd, 
 Before my tired feet had tripped, 
 
 Af up the steep I toiled. 
 
 Weary am I, and dim the way, 
 
 But if I mist the track, 
 Do Thou but ipeak, then wilt Thy voice 
 
 In safety bring me back. 
 
 And I will struggle on, until 
 
 The fold I see afar, 
 Where Thou wilt wait for me without 
 
 And hold the door ajar. 
 
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 THK ANGKL OF THK SOMHHK iOlfl. 
 
 THE ANGEL OF THK SOMURK COVVI. 
 
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 When iii(ht and tound, liy Pain'» opprM«ivc hand, 
 Were dimmed, «nd low the ihadcd night lighl 
 burned, 
 
 A Prcivnce came beside my l)cd, anil yearned 
 To clatp and bear me to another land, 
 But whispered gently, •• It U not so planned." 
 
 In tweet comjiaMion was the toft glance turned 
 
 On mine, till tense« quickened and I learned 
 The tenderness within the eyei that scann -d. 
 •• O Angel of the Sombre Cowl I close fold 
 
 My hand and lead me into peace," I prayed ; 
 But with a glowing glance of love untold, 
 
 Alone to the Unknown he passed. Now stayed 
 Is former dread ; whatever life may hold, 
 
 I follow to the end, all unafraid. 
 
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TIIH SILENT SiXdKft. 
 
 THE SILENT SINC.KR 
 
 (tUOBNI riEI.I).) 
 
 The light! are all low, for the Sun'i in the wcat, 
 But where it the linger that lulled u« to rcit ? 
 The tinger wai tired— though day wan not long— 
 And when he had Aniihed his slumber-time song 
 An angel reechoed the lullaby lay 
 And hukhed him to sleep at the close of that day. 
 Oh, rest, silent singer, till morning breaks thmugh, 
 And wake to be welcomed by " Little Buy Blue ! " 
 
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tiEST OF THE HRAVE. 
 
 HEST OF THE BRAVE. 
 
 O Motherland, whose deep devotion 
 Will subjects from tyranny save ! 
 
 Our thousand is crossing the ocan 
 
 We send you the best of the brave. 
 
 The soul of the nation is throbl>ing 
 To go forth in battle for you, 
 
 AiiJ loyalty silences sobbing 
 In hearts patriotic and true. 
 
 The best of the brave we are sending, 
 
 Canadians, eager to go, 
 Who will with a valor unbending 
 
 Help vanquish the Empire's foe. 
 
 So, Motherland, Motherland, weeping 
 For sons in an African grave ! 
 
 We, too, may leave heroes there sleep! ng- 
 We send you the best of the brave. 
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HUSHf FOR THE BIRDS ARE SINGING. 
 
 HUSH I FOR THE BIRDS ARE SINGING. 
 
 Weeping, little one, to-day. 
 While earth and sky go swinging ! 
 
 Put your grief and tears away ; 
 Hush ! for the birds are sinn;ing. 
 
 Tired with the world's mad race, 
 The whirling and the prancing ! 
 
 Take my hand and keep the pace ; 
 Look at the sunbeams dancing. 
 
 Pause at last ! our course is run ; 
 
 Now twilight soft is creeping ; 
 All the day's long hours are done ; 
 
 Rest, for the Earth is weeping. 
 
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 '*AAf / Afy fiROTHElfS KEEPERS' 
 
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 "AM I MY BROTHER'S KEEPER?" 
 
 Avowal : 
 
 Sweet, will you listen and understand ? 
 There, 'nealh your finger-tips' rose-bud roll, 
 Hold and enfold you safely my soul ; 
 God, and not I, has so placed it there. 
 Love of my life ! how then will you dare 
 
 Ix)osen the clasp of that slender hand,— 
 Send it from Heaven to sink as a star, 
 Deeply in dust, thus fallen so far ! 
 Hush ! you must hear me, that is my right ; 
 Silent am I, Love, after to-night. 
 
 Will you not listen and understand ? 
 
 After tonight, Love, you will not hear 
 Passionate pleading, though it were sweet 
 Ever e'en vainly thus to entreat. 
 
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*'AAf /MY ItfiOTHF.h'S KEErF.Rf" 
 
 Well I remember my soul's surprise, 
 vVakened by glancing into your eyes. 
 
 'Twas as if Heaven had opened, Dear ; 
 Close not the portal, through it I see 
 Smoothly unrolled my eternity. 
 Not merely life here do you conirol, 
 If from its haven thrust is my soul. 
 
 After to-night, Ix)ve, naught will you hear. 
 
 Response : 
 
 Have I not tried your love to re(juite 
 Till all its thrilling passion infers 
 Burns in my brain, yet not my heart stirs ? 
 Blameless am I ; your favor unsought— 
 So you confess— a passing glance caught. 
 
 lx)ve has too soon put childhood to flight. 
 Leave me, as leave I safe on the lake 
 Lily-buds sleeping. As they awake 
 Who •vith them gathers sun-bedimmed flowers ? 
 'Twixt us Time rolled a decade's long hours, 
 
 Yet did I try your love to requite. 
 
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 '*AAf I MY BROTHFR'S KEEPER t" 
 
 Would I could hold you back from the deep ! 
 So frail my spirit scarce can it cling 
 Now to God's hand ; naught else dare it bring, 
 I^st too great burden sever the grasp. 
 Grieve nor despair ; your soul I unclasp, 
 
 Safely to place it with God to keep, 
 Where mine is alao If there you seek, 
 Follow nor fail, though spiiit be weak, 
 There may you reach me; ♦bus raised above 
 Earth and its sorrow, so learn to love. 
 
 Naught else can hold you back from the deep. 
 
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 Problem : 
 
 What is the problem the years leave unsolved ? 
 Straightway from Heaven hurled he his soul 
 Into the whirl of the world's control. 
 Steadfastly clinging, upward she rose. 
 Ever eluding lead-laden foes. 
 
 Only in thought are their lives involved. 
 Oft through the night-wind, in misery 
 Wailing, his soul sobs, " Here placed you me." 
 Whispers she, " Did I his clasp stilt keep. 
 Would he be here, or I in the deep ? " 
 
 Hush ! Only G xi has this problem solved. 
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n/iKGS OF DHRAMS. 
 
 DREGS OF DREAMS. 
 
 In Memory's cabinet, row on row, 
 In vials are dregs of dreams 
 
 Whose effervescence long ago 
 Dissolved in fruitless schemes. 
 
 Not visions gliding through the night 
 
 While my cerebrum slept. 
 But dreams conceived in life and light, 
 
 O'er which I joyed or wept. 
 
 Ofttimes Regret inserts the key 
 To bare this strange array, 
 
 And peers through each transparency 
 Upheld to glare of day. 
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 /)/iliGS OF DUEAMS. 
 
 Some glasie* have an amber itain, 
 
 With lees in paler hue, 
 Whose mellow taste suggests again 
 
 Great deeds I meant to do ; 
 
 Unselfish feats which, though the thought 
 
 Proved greater thati the act. 
 Much good upon my soul had wrought 
 
 By striving for the fact. 
 
 Discolored is this tube, and dark 
 
 The sediment that clings — 
 Ambition foiled, a quenched spark, 
 
 But vital yet its stings. 
 
 O bitter draft of friends untrue. 
 
 Of wrong preceding right. 
 Of foes exalted in fair view. 
 
 Which sears the soul with blight I 
 
 Gray as a rose leaf burned to ash, 
 
 Unfragrant, tasteless, dead. 
 Are lees of love whose bubbling flash 
 
 Excites but heart and head. 
 
DREGS OF DRKAMS. 
 
 Ellxirvr, sweet are those, and fair, 
 
 Of clearest crimson glow, 
 Which start an impulse pure and rare. 
 
 Throughout the soul to flow. 
 
 O dregs of dreams I O dregs of dreams ! 
 
 How biuer sweet to me ! 
 Well sealed and locked from curious beams, 
 
 Regret will keep the key. 
 
 And when the last sleep stills my brain, 
 
 The Alchemist Supreme 
 Will analyze what lees remain 
 
 And recreate each dream. 
 
 So clear distilled these drafts will be 
 
 That I shall quaff" at ease, 
 And all my cherished visions see, 
 
 Nor find distressing lees. 
 
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HER UNGKRS WHITE. 
 
 HER FINGKRS WHITE. 
 
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 A« light-winged dancing buttcrflieg 
 O'er flowcra seek where honey lies, 
 So float her flngera o'er the keys 
 In search of sweetest melodies. 
 Sometimes the music murmurs low 
 In rippling tones, as waters flow, 
 And in my vision summer dwells ; 
 Each purling note its story tells 
 Of singing bird, and trees that wave 
 O'er streamlet clear where grasses lave ; 
 Then fades the melody away 
 Like zephyrs hushed at close of day. 
 
 And then again they linger long 
 On dulcet notes like love's first song ; 
 They hover there caressingly, 
 As if each white tip kissed a key ; 
 And oft the tones in soft trills flow 
 Like happy laughter sweet anti low. 
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liKR FtNGKKS WHirE. 
 
 Aiat ! a wftiling minor key 
 StMis slowly through the meludy, 
 And memory with sobbing ai^h 
 Breathes out its grief for days gone by ; 
 But tenderly a cadence comes, 
 And soothing strains it softly hums, 
 Till pain glides gently into peace — 
 Rcmemliered not —and sorrows cease. 
 
 Awhile on mellow chords it sings, 
 As hrart woes rise on airy wings. 
 And floating upward strong and clear, 
 And soaring on till Heaven is near, 
 The harmony swelU loud and long 
 To mingle with the ani^ols' song, 
 Then hushes to a pleading sweet 
 And leaves life's burden at His feet. 
 
 When her recessional is sung, 
 And earth's last chime for me hath rung. 
 In Heaven may I hear again 
 The tender theme, the soulful strain, 
 And watch through mellow, amber light, 
 Her fingers white, her fingers white. 
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 THh hou/m; of the WAyn. 
 
 THK W(K)ING OF THE WAVE. 
 
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 Hush ! for the wiinl is singing 
 A song with a mournful strain, 
 
 And look, the grasses swinging 
 Keep time to the sad refrain. 
 
 Anon the words come blowing. 
 And the story of the song 
 
 Tells of a river flowing 
 Through willows lithe and strong. 
 
 And there in the shadows shady. 
 Apart on a knoti of earth, 
 
 A reed, like a slender lady, 
 Watched ever the water's mirth. 
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THK yOOING Oh THh WA\ h„ 
 
 And cmce ihc leaned far <iver 
 To ifiuk at a iiiarkiinR waw, 
 
 Wh« (lautcd— the dancing ruver— 
 Her long green leaves to lave. 
 
 And when he law her lieauty 
 
 He whitpered, •• Oh, come »tth me ( " 
 The willowi murmured duty, 
 
 But the wave lang of the Hc-a. 
 
 •• Come ! I will kavi* you never ; 
 
 Oh, come ! we will float, ray sweet, 
 Fort* ver and forever, 
 
 Till river and sea tide» meet." 
 
 The moonlK-ams saw and shivered, 
 And the willows «<>ftly wept, 
 
 When she a moment ()uivf red 
 And away forever swept. 
 
 Out on tl)e iauf^hing water 
 
 For many a merry day, 
 Though the wave in rapture brought her, 
 
 He wearied and stole away. 
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 7//A WOOWU OF THE WAVK. 
 
 And th«n th« current crowed her, 
 And icomfuliy threw her aside ; 
 
 Upon the shore it totted her, 
 Where the lay ilonc and died. 
 
 The wavet now never enter 
 
 Wher« a crumbling knell it tccii i 
 
 It has a hollow centre, 
 A place where a heart had tx en. 
 
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Urrs GALLERY, 
 
 LIFE'S GALLERY. 
 
 The cold white walii • vitu lung enclowd, 
 
 And, in the northern light, Fact iketched, And liar* 
 
 Hit picture* hung. 
 
 The Man, for many years. 
 Roamed listleMly, nor knew hi* lack, till l^ve 
 In glancing o'er the cheerless space spake thus : 
 " Too vast for Fact's deli^x-rate brush is this 
 Bare chamber lonij ; another with a touch 
 More swift than Zephyr's flight I speedily 
 Will send." A skylight of an ample breadth 
 He then let in, through which ihe golden glow 
 Of heaven shone, to bathe the walls' white glare 
 For evermore in mellowness. 
 
 Ere long, 
 love's artist, Fancy, came the hall to deck 
 For the especial guest he heralded. 
 
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UFES GALLERY. 
 
 II 
 
 Good-bye, Love smiled, and Fact withdrawing near 
 The hearthside slept a space, while o'er his work 
 Deft Fancy wrought a spell. His magic touch 
 So hient all crude effect, the mellow light 
 Transfigured it to beauty. Hangings dark 
 Draped he where skill could not redeem ; and thus 
 The old was made anew. Scenes beautiful 
 Invoked he, for uncovered walls, where there 
 Appeared and reappeared a woman's face- 
 Eyes so alight with soft glad glance, the lips 
 Poised half apart like blossom-buds turned to 
 The Sun's unfolding kiss. 
 
 When many days 
 Had passed, Ix)ve came again and saw the Man 
 With half-shut eye approving Fancy's work ; 
 And Fact, in languorous ease, still stretched upon 
 The hearthstone seat, and pointing with his pipe's 
 Long slender stem to some minute detail, 
 Omitted in his brother artist's work. 
 
 Then Love stepped in and brought his guest ; 
 'Twas she, the 'Voman, she, whose pictured face 
 
 the hall 
 Adorned. The Man, within the ingle-nook, 
 
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UFes GALLERY. 
 
 The seal of honor fixed ; and Fancy stopped 
 His work, while Fact arose, and they two gazed 
 A moment on the group, then gently said, 
 -Good-bye"; and when the Man jKisscd with 
 
 them to 
 The outside door, and soft the curtain draped 
 Its folds across, he, turning towards the hearth. 
 Unto the Woman said : " No need have I 
 Of anything save Love, save Love and thee," 
 
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TAPER AND STAR, 
 
 TAPER AND STAR. 
 
 A slender taper tali and fair 
 
 Betv re a mirror stood 
 And saw the world reflected there, 
 
 Nor knew its ill nor good. 
 
 The laiobent flame, in eerie beams, 
 
 A quivering halo shed 
 Till stars beheld the ^lowing gleams 
 
 Through open casement sped. 
 
 One cast a glance, so scintillant 
 
 The taper felt it thrill 
 Throughout her soul like some great chant 
 
 Intoned 'neath arches still. 
 
 The moths came wheeling through the gloom 
 
 And pressed for nearer view. 
 Attracted by the radiant bloom. 
 
 Which knew not that it drew ; 
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TAPER AND STAR. 
 
 Until a senseless, dazzled thing 
 
 In smaller circle whirled, 
 And fell with seared and shattered wing, 
 
 Which ne'er again unfurled. 
 
 The gentle taper stifled low 
 
 This too alluring light, 
 And fixed her gaze upon the glow 
 
 Her star sent through the night. 
 
 But moth on moth, with reckless glee. 
 
 In giddy eddy spun. 
 Drawn inward ever helplessly 
 
 To perish one by one. 
 
 And o'er the taper darkly fell 
 
 The dust of blighted wings ; 
 And in her heart the sad tears well 
 
 That life should hold such things. 
 
 At last her star sweeps through the blue, 
 
 A gleaming streaming scroll. 
 The flame outleaps the casement through, 
 
 To mingle soul with soul. 
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you AHE YOU. 
 
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 YOU ARE YOU. 
 
 Through the courts of Time I slowly pace, 
 
 For I have not met you, Dear. 
 How shall I know when I see your face ? 
 
 Shall I feel that you are near ? 
 When your eyes meet m*ne will they tell me true 
 That you are you, that you are yo« ? 
 
 I shall surely know ; that first fond look 
 
 Will see every silent thought. 
 We need not speak, for Love is a book 
 
 Read easily all untaught. 
 So I feel that your eyes wiii tell me true 
 That you are you, that you are yoa. 
 
 Then hasten. Dearest ! I search for you 
 
 All along life's dreary way ; 
 But the sun will shine from a clearer blue 
 
 When the quest is o'er some day ; 
 It will end when told by your eyes so true 
 That you are you, that you are you. 
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MY UFE HARP. 
 
 MY LIFE-HARI'. 
 
 Within my heart a golden harp 
 Is sweetly strung in tune, 
 
 Where souls akin in harmony 
 Ofttimes with me commune ; 
 
 And some hav«- vainly tried to bring 
 
 'I'he tone the robin trills in sprinj?. 
 
 The chords that made their nu lody 
 
 Had tin vibrating thrill 
 To wake an echo in my heart-- 
 
 On ceasing, all was still ; 
 And yet 1 knew my harji could play 
 Jusl such another roundelay. 
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MY UFE/iARP. 
 
 I waited, and at last a touch 
 Soft dulcet notes caresied, 
 
 Until the tinging, quivering ttringi 
 The master hand confeased ; 
 
 The music that was made for me 
 
 Exc'lled the robin's rhaps/wly. 
 
 My David all unconscious is 
 
 Of his exquisite power, 
 And thus the melody divine 
 
 May end in this brief hour ; 
 But through my hear* its memory sings 
 Until God's hand do h mute the strings. 
 
THE KtSSING GATE. 
 
 THE KISSING-GATK. 
 
 The I^kckt lapped its pebbled btach 
 
 In rhythmic ebb and flow, 
 Accordant with the melody 
 
 The Forest whispered low ; 
 The arborviiae's spicy breath 
 
 With fraxrance filled the glade, 
 As o'er a rustic kissing-gate 
 
 It cast protecting shade ; 
 There, I^ve, you waited ardently 
 The precious toll to take from me. 
 
 Today the song is softly crooned 
 
 In minor undertone, 
 As through the wood I sadly stroll 
 
 Alone, my Love, alone. 
 An eerie wind has caught the gate 
 
 And open flung it wide ; 
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 TttE KISSING a A TK. 
 
 O love, I wouM the gnat nc}Oiid 
 
 Were just the other tide ! 
 Where we could find tome re«tful fiiot 
 And feci tlie |>eace the world givei not. 
 
 Mas Hc.iven glowing jasper walls, 
 
 And golden fjortal tall ? 
 Tell me there is a forest lake, 
 
 And ulad sky over all ; 
 That arlKjrvita-s thickly mass 
 
 And waft their incense sweet 
 Above an olden trysting place, 
 
 Where we were wont to meet ; 
 Tell me there is a kissing gate, 
 Where you, O Love, my I^ve, will wait ! 
 
 
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LOyE. 
 
 l.OVE. 
 
 The atmosphere of Heaven is love, and when 
 The iKirtal outwaH •wing, for .ouU redeemed, 
 The precious ether, so released, is streamed 
 Upon a weary world. God's gift to men 
 It is, for spirits turned to Him. Oh, then. 
 They, over whom this wondrous waft isVvamuf, 
 Inbrcathinfi it, see visions brain ne'er dreamed ' 
 Or through another source may dream agait,. 
 The world is glorified; they sing and sound 
 
 A quivering key-note of such ecstasy. 
 The keen vibrations throb till there is found 
 
 A soul companion of rare harmony. 
 If lightly breathed it ends in one brief round ; 
 If deeply drawn it chords eternally. 
 
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/I Mt/iNO/f. 
 
 A MIRROR. 
 
 I wished lo buy • daintjr gift 
 For her whose lo%e it all my own, 
 
 And to I sought 'mid trifles rare, 
 'Mid shining gold and precious stone ; 
 
 But all these Iwubles were not meet 
 
 To have their place beside my Sweet 
 
 Again 1 sought, and came reward ; 
 
 I found at last a little thing 
 With edge of gold bestud with pearl ; 
 
 And there, within that precious ring, 
 My Ix)ve's true eyes can always see 
 A dearer thing than life to me. 
 
 The dearest thing in all the world, 
 And beautiful beyond compare ; 
 
 For when she holds it to her eyes 
 Her own fair face is smiling thi*re. 
 
 Dear Heart ! through life ray care Jihall be 
 
 That only joy's glad si lile you sec. 
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AU. HY MY lONRsoMH 
 
 ALL HY MY IX>NESOMK. 
 
 I'm «ll f»y my loncwme, mc and my doll, 
 
 There', no one to pity w,th, no one •! all . 
 
 I miM Bva ao, and wonder if the 
 
 It happy up there or lonely for me. 
 
 But nhat hurts the wor.t and makes me most cry 
 
 !■ thinking I could not kixs her goodbye; 
 
 Her ihro.it was so sore the doctor man said 
 We must go at once. Mamma shook her head 
 When I asked the kiss, so I came away 
 With Jack on the train, to grandma's to stay. 
 And she was so good, but must have forgot 
 That she was small once, she dosed such a lot 
 With hot stuff at night; and always would fret 
 'Bout wrappin' up good, and feet getting wet. 
 I stayed there till spring, and no one told me 
 Eva wu gone ; so it's awful, you see. 
 Just all by my lonesome, me and my doll, 
 With no one to play with, no one at all. 
 
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ALL AV MY LONESOME. 
 
 Of course, there is father, mother and Jack, 
 
 Martha and Roy, but I want Eva back ; 
 
 For Jack has his father, and mother has Roy, 
 
 But no one has me. Our Roy's a dear boy, 
 
 But too small to play — he likes mother best ; 
 
 And Martha's the girl ; she helps me get dressed. 
 
 And I scrape the dishes when she makes cake ; 
 
 Don't care to now, though ; it makes my heart ache, 
 
 Longing for Eva and her little spoon. 
 
 Wish I was with her, and want to go soon. 
 
 For if I'd grow tall she wouldn't know me, 
 
 Just like Uncle John when he came from sea. 
 
 When we went to meet him, Eva and I, 
 
 He saw us quite plain, but walked along by. 
 
 If Eva'd do that when I get up there — 
 
 It's too awful to think — I wouldn't just care 
 
 What happened next, or what anyone said, 
 
 Or if every day they sent me to bed. 
 
 It's bad enough now ; my heart is that sore 
 
 It aches, and kisses don't cure any more. 
 
 When Uncle was here I sat on his knee, 
 
 Cuddlin' my face in his neck, for you see 
 
 I thought of Eva and felt very bad, 
 
 For last time he came such good fun we had ; 
 
ALL liY MY LON/iSOME. 
 
 Now I'm all by my lonesome, me and my doll, 
 There's no one to play with, no one at all. 
 
 I'd rather be lonesome than have Alec Gray 
 That used to come up to grandma's to play. 
 Well, he was the worst ! Poor Rosalie here 
 Was not safe at all, his games were so queer. 
 'Twas fun'rals— buryin' her in th.j ground— 
 Or teaching to swim, and play let her drowned. 
 Once I was crying when he came to play- 
 Just homesick, you know— and all he would say 
 Was, " Shame, Floss "—pointing his finger— "oh, 
 
 shame ! 
 The little wee dogs will all know your name." 
 And I was so mad, and said, '"Snips and snails 
 Is what you're made of, ' and puppy dogs' tails,' 
 For you're a bad boy, and grandma told me 
 What bad boys were made of." After that he 
 Threw a stick. I threw it back and it hit, 
 And it hurt, for he cried, cried a g^od bit. 
 He came at me, and I ran near a place 
 Where honey-bees live, and one stung his face. 
 Then he started home ; I followed to see. 
 And he bawled, " Floss m;.de a big bee sting me." 
 
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 A/.L liV MY LONESOME. 
 
 The pain hurt him so, his face was so pale, 
 And he said he'd have me put into jail. 
 His pa is a lawyer, so I came away, 
 And sat in the swing the rest of the day. 
 
 'Tis a beautiful swing ; you go so high, 
 'Way, away up till your toes touch the sky ; 
 And I was thinking : sometime when I'm there 
 I'll swing and slip off right into the air ; 
 Then gently and softly upward I'll float— 
 A great fleecy cloud will do for a boat. 
 'Twill sail slowly on and glide through the sky, 
 'Way, away up, and at last, by-and-by 
 We'll come to the land of comfort and rest ; 
 And I'll tell of Eva, who I loved best, 
 And I was unhappy, so came all the way, 
 And please let me see her, please let me stay : 
 I'm all by my lonesome, me and my doll, 
 There's no one to play with, no one at all. 
 
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CEI'TJM' ME. 
 
 'CEPTIN' ME. 
 
 I stay here thinkin', thinkin', an' I'm happy a an be ; 
 I have so much to think of, .or the fambly's big, you 
 
 see 
 
 There's father an' there's mother, an' there's sister 
 Isobel \ 
 
 There's Mary, Tom and Willie, an' my Helen I call 
 Nell; 
 
 And baby Ned an' Anna— but I'm Anna, course you 
 know; 
 
 An' then there's big Jack Middleton— he's Isobella's 
 beau; 
 
 An' every one of 'em is strong an' straight as they 
 
 can be. 
 For all the Wilkinson's are well, that is, a-ceptin' 
 
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 me. 
 
'CEP TIN' StE. 
 
 When I was just at Tom's agc-hu is seven, goin' 
 eight— 
 
 I didn't use to stay in bed, but wa« so strong an* 
 straight, 
 
 Till I got hurt; I guess it must have been three 
 years ago, 
 
 An' we were on the way to school, just after our first 
 snow. 
 
 The boys was so excited while a-coasiin' down the 
 hill, 
 
 Thev didn't see some youngsters who got scared, as 
 
 youngsters will, 
 An' couldn't move till I ran quick an' shoved 'em 
 
 past, you see ; 
 An' not a one of 'em got hurl, that is, a-ceptin' me. 
 
 an' 
 
 A-ceptin' me-I didn't know a thing for days 
 
 days; 
 
 They said I was run over by the biggest of the sleighs. 
 'Twas 'bout it in the paper, and so everybody read 
 About the little heroine— I think that's what they 
 
 said; 
 
'c/-:pt/n' me. 
 
 But anyway it is a name for girls when tlicy arc 
 brave - 
 
 An' it's in Bella's scrap-book, which she's always goiii' 
 to save. 
 
 An' all the people in the Church were kind as ihcy 
 could be— 
 
 They never prayed in Sunday School for no one, 
 'ceptin' me. 
 
 So I stay just a-thinkin' hero, alone with baby Ned, 
 If mother isn't mendin' and the paper aint been read ; 
 Or else she tells me stories till the children come at 
 four; 
 
 An' don't I wait and listen for their steps outside the 
 door. 
 
 An' then when Isobel gets home she always has to 
 fix, 
 
 For Jack comes in the evenin' time, then pretty soon 
 it's six. 
 
 An' if both Will an' father's home, the Wilkinson's 
 
 have tea, 
 And all sit round the table close, that is, a-ceptin' me. 
 
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XHPTIN' ME. 
 
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 Hut oh ! I like tho cvenin' times and Sunday after 
 noons, 
 
 For Bella playi the organ ihcii, an' Jack an' she sing 
 tunes ; 
 
 An' my room's off the sitting-room so I can sec 'em 
 there, 
 
 The what-Bot, too, an' Bible-stand, an' mother's 
 
 rockin' chair ; 
 Hut often I get tired lik.'. so someone shuts the door, 
 An' then the music's distant, hut I think I love it 
 
 more : 
 
 The way they sing "Sun of My Soul" is oh ! just 
 heavenly — 
 
 The room seems filled with angels, but there's no 
 one, 'ceptin' me. 
 
 Then there's another tune they sing, I think of it at 
 night, 
 
 When somethin' keeps me wide awake— the moon's 
 
 a-shinin' bright, 
 An' everything is still, except the clock a-tickin' slow : 
 It's the "home for little children" song, and some 
 
 day I shall go ; 
 
Ch/'TiX' ME. 
 
 Hut do you know I was afraid I . ouldnt find the way, 
 Mcforu I went to service in the church on |.ki»tcr day ; 
 I'm never goin' any more, it tired me, you we— 
 The Wilkinsons ro regular, that is, aceptin' nic. 
 
 They'd put a big new window in the church since I'd 
 been there, 
 
 And with St. Peter's picture on it, shinin' bright and 
 fair: 
 
 The face is like my doctor-man's, just lovin', good 
 and kind ; 
 
 So, since his likeness I have seen, I know the way 
 
 I'll find. 
 I'll never, never tire then, an', if there is a crowd, 
 I'll know him when I see him, an' will ask him good 
 
 and loud : 
 
 " Please, O Mr. St. Peter, unlock with your golden 
 key; 
 
 I'm lonely 'thout the fambly. for there's no one, 
 'ceptin' me." 
 
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IJITUi NEI.Uh^S /V/. 
 
 MTTI.K NKI.f.IE'S I'A. 
 
 Oh ! mc and Nellie Barker live way down on 
 William Street,— 
 
 I'll iHJt you couldn't find another youngster half so 
 sweet ; 
 
 Why, when she wears that yown of hers, the color 
 of the skies, 
 
 You'd think 'twas made of bits of stufT, exactly like 
 her eyes. 
 
 She's just a reg'lar picture girl, so pretty, I tell you, 
 
 She's like the cards they have for advertisin' wash- 
 in' blue. 
 
 Her hair's just like a shinin' light, soft fluflTy curls,— 
 but pshaw I 
 
 "r weren't her that I'm to tell about,— it's little 
 Nellie's Pa. 
 
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i.ii iLh AhLUi:> /v/. 
 
 oil! hf'i of no account,- -a ntVr do *ctl,' li«r 
 Krandm.i wy-t ; 
 
 lt» thin, he lakes a ^h%t too much and isn't right 
 for days ; 
 
 But me and Nell is awful thick : I live acrou the 
 way, 
 
 And she sees mc, I guess, 'bout (orty 'Icven times 
 a day. 
 
 We always play at teachin* school, and NcH's the 
 boss ; you see, 
 
 She's in the parl-a-second book and knows lots more 
 than nie ; 
 
 She stays with us a lot, for if I'd make a noise, he'd 
 jaw, 
 
 And I am feimJ of half afraid of little Nellie's I'a. 
 
 Otice me and Nell «vas down th,- town, 'twas on a 
 Saturday, 
 
 And the re was suf -• .wfuj crowd we thought we 
 
 wouldn't stay , 
 We started off for ho?,, and hadn't gone so very far, 
 When right befurc us shd a ht.rse, skccrcd l)y a 
 
 trolley car. 
 
in u.E NEi.iih:ii r.i 
 
 1 thuuK>it thai wu wat ;;onncrs surr, but •oineone 
 
 grablicd it t|uick, 
 And huld un tight ; it dragged hint down, but my I 
 
 hu was a brick ; 
 ilu held un till he drop|K.'d, the awflctt sight jrou 
 
 ever itaw, 
 Ah white an death ; you'd never think, 'twu little 
 
 Nellie's I'a. 
 
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 I hustled tif{ with Nell so fast she hadn't time to 
 
 know, — 
 I wanted for to get home first and knowed that 
 
 they'd come slow. 
 Well, he was awful sick, was hurt inside, his leg was 
 
 was broke. 
 And Nellie said 'twas days and days l)cfore he even 
 
 spoke; 
 But by and by he corned around and walked out 
 
 with a crutch, 
 And then I wasn't skcered of him, and didn't run,— 
 
 not much ! 
 He used to sit and sun hisself a talkin* to her Ma, 
 And, by and by, I got to likin' little Nellie's Pa. 
 
IJTTU S'HU.IK,s /'A. 
 
 wc wai %\n^u\ 
 
 One aumlay, Nell was leachin' u« and 
 
 ^inRin' ihcru 
 •Itout ••jcut iove4 me. thii I krmw," - I guiii ).hivc 
 
 heard ihc air ; 
 
 And Nell, ahc held her finger up and nald that it wa^i 
 true, 
 
 Ik- loved us all, the. grHHl or l.a.l, no malf.r what 
 we'd do ; 
 
 Of couric !!«•• lorry if we're bad ; and then |KK>r 
 
 little Ned 
 Looked up with his l>iK eyes and-" Does He love 
 
 ycr Pa ? " he said. 
 
 Her Fa was sittin' near an* when hn peeked around 
 I saw, 
 
 And answered up,--"Of course Hu does love little 
 Nellie's I'a." 
 
 Well, I was sorry, don't you know, fur lately he'd 
 l)ecn kind, 
 
 And after that the doctor said he'd somethin' on his 
 mind. 
 
 When he got worse again I knowcd t».at he was goin' 
 
 sure, 
 
 For after once a bird's flew in you know there 
 no cure ; 
 
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UTT/.E NELLIE'S PA. 
 
 And Nell, she heard a tick-a-tick just solemn like a 
 
 clock, 
 And Butler's dog, it howkd one night, you'd heard 
 
 it for a block ; 
 So just at noon, when someone came a runnin' in 
 
 for Ma, 
 1 knowed right off, at last there weren't no little 
 
 Nellie's Pa. 
 
 Hut mail ! the funeral was fine ; the Workmen all 
 
 turned out ; 
 The band was there and beat the drum so soft, and 
 
 and marched about ; 
 'i'hey played that awful thing, it keeps a runnin' in 
 
 my head : 
 "Turn, turn, turn, turn, tum, tum, tum;" I could 
 
 hear it in my bed. 
 You'd think he'd been a minister, as good as good 
 
 could be ; 
 They took their shiny hats right off, and so I guess, 
 
 you see. 
 The angels too will act the same, forget the sin they 
 
 saw. 
 And be just awful glad to meet my little Nellie's Pa. 
 
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i.lTTU'. HOMESICK C//ILR. 
 
 Cmi.T(»N Sl'KINOS, N.V. 
 
 MTTLK HOMESICK CHILK. 
 
 I*o' little homesick gal ! 
 
 T'ink yo' hea't '11 break ? 
 Yo' sholy hev a pain 
 
 Whah dah aint no ache. 
 
 Yo' miss yo' mammy so, 
 
 Want yo' sisters, too ; 
 Longin' fu' de lovin' home, 
 
 Dat's whut'sailin' you. 
 
 Aint nuffin I kin do, 
 
 Nuflfm I kin say, 
 'Less 'tis,— pack up yo' duds, 
 
 Tote 'em back to-day. 
 
 Dah, now, I make yo' laf ; 
 
 Dat a rainbow smile; 
 Teahs leakin' down yo' face, 
 
 Little homesick chile ! 
 
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 A VALENTINE. 
 
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 A VALENTINE. 
 
 (to dr. b. o. kinneak.) 
 
 Deah Doctah,— 
 
 I)is is Val'tine's day, 
 So gin me chance to say my say. 
 I's gwine to tell you once or twice 
 Dat I t'ink you is mighty nice. 
 W'y, sometimes w'en my rest is bad, 
 An' I is gittin' kin' o' sad. 
 An' you say, " Mo'nin' ! how you feel ? " 
 De aches all scoot out thoo my heel. 
 Say ! W'y you meks me well so quick ? 
 I's 'bliged to leave w'en I aint sick ; 
 I don't lak goin' back no how, 
 Fu' all the world's a fuss an' row ; 
 But w'en I leaves I'll watch de track 
 To min' de way fu' comin' back, 
 Case you is jes' de nices' boss 
 Dat evah I hev come across. 
 I'd sign my name, but othahs see, 
 So trust to luck dat you know me. 
 CuFTON Springs, N.Y. 
 
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riih: ON/-: / /.ovj- /u:st. 
 
 TIIK ONE I IX)VK IJKST. 
 
 I know I love her quite too well, 
 
 And oftentimes I vainly try 
 To banish her ; but ah I some spell 
 
 Keeps her, for aye, in my mind's eye. 
 
 They say that love is blind ; but still 
 Her faults I see, though ne'er confess ; 
 
 If they are known, perchance some will 
 Think ill of her and love her less. 
 
 And ah I she war' all love I know,— 
 All love from tnose whose hearts are kind ; 
 
 For often life's dark clouds hang low, 
 And faithful friends are hard to find. 
 
 Mayhap the future holds a day 
 
 When one unknown can steal my heart 
 
 With all my thoughts away, away, 
 And make my love for her depart. 
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 THE ONE I LOVE HEST, 
 
 No, surely that can never be, 
 For it has stood a lifelong test ; 
 
 She always will be first with me, 
 This one I've ever loved the best. 
 
 And if I see her when I chance 
 To wander near a looking-glass. 
 
 Her eyes reflect my every glance ; 
 She knows she is the dearest lass. 
 
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THE ENAMOURED STAR. 
 
 THE ENAMOURED STAR. 
 
 A Star long loved the Lady Moon ; 
 
 Alas ! he could not show it ; 
 Altho' he crossed her patii each night, 
 
 She did not even know it. 
 
 My Lady Moon is tall and fair, 
 And gowned in palest yellow ; 
 
 Unconsciously she passed the Star,— 
 He was a little fellow. 
 
 And all her thoughts are with the Sun, 
 Because she loves him truly ; 
 
 The only time she's overcast 
 Is when he treats her coolly. 
 
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 THE ENAMOURED STAR. 
 
 Now he, vain chap, tho' fond of her, 
 The Earth loves far more dearly ; 
 
 And half the time is at her home, 
 But often acts most queerly ; 
 
 For, some days at his love he frowns, 
 And wanders off a mooning ; 
 
 While she, poor thing, is bathed in tears, 
 Till he returns from spooning. 
 
 And when the Moon sees not his face 
 
 She hides herself securely ; 
 Then all the Stars come twinkling out 
 
 To search for her demurely. 
 
 And that one Star who loved her so 
 Sought till his heart was breaking ; 
 
 So, from the sky he slipped away 
 To try to stop the aching. 
 
 The Lady Moon ? She never knew ; 
 
 She swept her gown of yellow 
 Right o'er the place he used to be,— 
 
 Poor Star ! poor little fellow ! 
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I/HANTS OF com. 
 
 HEARTS or GOLD. 
 
 It is all about two lockets, 
 Dainty jewelled hearts of gold ; 
 
 Mine, belonging to great grandma, 
 Is an heirloom very old ; 
 
 It is studded o'er with turquoise. 
 Bright and blue as sunlit sea ; 
 
 And the grandma's face within it, 
 I am told, resembles me. 
 
 Jack Leigh has the other locket ; 
 
 It is modern, bright and new ; 
 Diamonds tracing his initials, 
 
 Sparkling clear like drops of dew. 
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m':AKTS OF GOLD. 
 
 Jack ii luch a splendid fellow, 
 And wai once my dearest friend ; 
 
 Hut all that is past and over, 
 This is why it had to end : 
 
 We were talking of our lockets ; 
 
 Mine, he said, made his look dim, 
 And to please him for a little, 
 
 Would I not exchange with him ? 
 
 What I exchange my heartshai)cd locket 
 Grandma wore so long ago ? 
 
 Why, I really, really could not, 
 And I gently told him so. 
 
 Then he came a little nearer, 
 That the jewel he might see ; 
 
 But he never once glanced at it. 
 For he only looked at me. 
 
 And he whispered very softly 
 
 Something like,— Oh ! never part ! 
 
 If I would some day, for ever, 
 
 Change for his my own real heart ! 
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/IHAftTS OF GOLD. 
 
 Now, I had refuied the lockcl : 
 That belonged to one unknown, 
 
 But my heart,— well ! I could give it, 
 For it alwayii wat my own. 
 
 So, he is a friend no longer, — 
 Now we love as lovers do ; 
 
 And within my locket, smiling, 
 Grandma looks as if she knew. 
 
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YK nUAlNT CUITAK. 
 
 YE QUAINT GUITAR. 
 
 My Ladye lives at boarding-schoul, 
 A quaint guitar hath ahe, 
 
 And when yu task is all complete 
 She playeth merrilie. 
 
 Yc quaint guitar hath case so strong 
 
 To hide it safe away, 
 Whene'er my Ladye lays it down 
 
 Or on it doth not play. 
 
 Ye Master, he is stern and good, 
 And likes not dance or ball, 
 
 And so my Ladye's low-necked gown 
 Doth hang upon ye wall. 
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y/i OUAINT GUiTAR. 
 
 One day there came lome loving rricncl* 
 
 To beg for holitUy, 
 And for my Udyc got n leave 
 To go with them away. 
 
 Ye quaint guitar the doth requ. 
 
 That dhe may to them ling. 
 And Matter, he is willing quiv. 
 
 Such n .*ic ahe may bring. 
 
 Ye (juaint guitar the then takei 4wwn, 
 
 And. in a iheet %a white, 
 Ah\. , nth her 8leepingpl*ei> 
 
 It lafc 1 iudden quite. 
 
 And now her pretty low n^ d gos \ 
 
 She takes from off ye wull. 
 And packs it in ye strong stout casi 
 
 With fan and gloves and all. 
 
 And then my I^dye, young and fair, 
 
 Doth walk demure away, 
 And at ye grown up hall that night 
 
 Doth dance ill break of day. 
 
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YK QUA t NT GUITAR. 
 
 At Utt yt holiday it ifM(il« 
 ARsin ih« tchoolward wendt ; 
 
 Ye cousin now doch bear yt) caae. 
 So weighed hit back it bendt. 
 
 For lo I ye pretty low-necked gown 
 
 Hangs on another wall ; 
 Ye case is Ailed with cakes and sweets 
 
 Bought by ye cousin ull. 
 
 O wicked, wicked boardini; school ! 
 
 My Ladye was so sweet, 
 Until within thy walls she learned 
 
 To tread ye path, decei 
 
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^'ARFiyRU. TO JACK. 
 
 FAREWELL TO JACK. 
 
 dearett lletrt, why did I let you go } 
 
 I little thought that I should need you %o ; 
 
 1 meant it for the best, ah, Jack, my dear f 
 I did not value you when you were here. 
 
 If you had only whispered, •' Let me stay," 
 Or if your face had not been turned a^ay, 
 
 I might have read your thoughts. Farewell, dear 
 Jack! 
 Regret is vain, I cannot bring you l>ack. 
 
 But if again I had this thing to do, 
 It would be, oh, so different with you I 
 
 I'd keep you till the last. Ah, well ! good bye I 
 The game is lost, for •' table cards must lie." 
 
 And Jack, dear Jack, is not a lover bold, 
 He only is the best card I could hold ; 
 
 For euchre is the name, but I forgot, 
 And played my "right" instead of just a *'i|>ot." 
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 THE HORSELESS CARRIAGE. 
 
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 THE HORSELESS CARRIAGE. 
 
 Our family is first in style 
 Since sister Ella's marriage ; 
 
 Content erstwhile to wheel, we now 
 Possess a horseless carriage. 
 
 'Tis built of pliable rattan, 
 And has pneumatic tires ; 
 
 'Tis innocent of oil and flame, 
 Or live electric wires. 
 
 The rider neither drives nor steers 
 Aboard this horseless carriage ; 
 
 His aunties trundle it abroad. 
 Since sister Ella's marriage. 
 
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POOR THING. 
 
 POOR THING. 
 
 Her friends said she was clever, 
 
 Her foes confessed it, too j 
 '• The press " at times proclaimed it- 
 
 What could the poor girl do ? 
 With all this vast assertion 
 
 She half believed it true ; 
 So now they sneer, •• She's clever, 
 
 But then she knows it, too." 
 
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AfV SHADOiy. 
 
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 MY SHADOW. 
 
 My friend was like my shadow, 
 For when the sun shone bright 
 We wandered on together 
 In merry sunny weather, 
 Through all my day's short sunshine, 
 Till fell the dreary night. 
 
 My friend was like my shadow, 
 For, when day's course had run, 
 She vanished with the light 
 As shadows fade at night ; 
 I found she had not loved me. 
 But only loved the sun. 
 
 Ah, friend, my fickle shadow ! 
 If sunshine come once more, 
 It ne'er will seem as bright. 
 Nor this heart be as light. 
 For I shall miss the shadow 
 That circled me of yore. 
 
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FORGET ME, LOVE. 
 
 FORGET MK, LOVE. 
 
 heart of mine ! what shall I say 
 To send my Love from me away ? 
 
 1 love my Love, still we must part ; 
 What can I say ? tell me, my heart ! 
 Forget me, Love, but live aright, 
 
 As if thou hadst me in thy sight ; 
 Thine eyes with mine must look above. 
 Forget me, Love ! forget me, Love ! 
 
 Oh, let me take that grief of thine, 
 And I will keep it here with mine. 
 Why should two hearts in anguish be 
 When I can bear it all for thee ? 
 Forget me, Love, till in that land 
 Where sorrow dies you claim my hand : 
 Until we meet in Heaven above, 
 Forget me. Love ! forget me, Love ! 
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 CUPlEfS WARNING, 
 
 CUPID'S WARNING. 
 
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 Miss Canada is sweet and fair, 
 
 And ah t her gold and lands are fine ; 
 But, Uncle Sam, I pray beware — 
 
 Send not to her thy valentine ; 
 For cold and coy just now is she, 
 
 And, knowing well how you are smitten, 
 Her seasonable gift will be 
 
 A soft and dainty little mitten. 
 Good, sturdy John tight holds her hand, 
 
 And frowns in great vexation 
 Upon you folk in Yankee land 
 
 When you mention annexation. 
 
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WHEN MABEL TAKES THE WHEEL. 
 
 WHKN MABEL TAKES THE WHEEL 
 
 The •• Rcb Roy" floats on azure wave, 
 
 So trim and taut we feel, 
 And everything sings well in tune 
 
 When Mabel Ukes the wheel. 
 
 Her little hand wards danger off ; 
 
 No rocks can grate the keel ; 
 We skim the channel's centre clear 
 
 When Mabel takes the wheel. 
 
 I've built an airy nothing craft, 
 
 It floats in space unreal ; 
 But I will sail it into life 
 
 When Mabel takes the wheel. 
 
 Alas ! ah woe, my nothing craft ! 
 
 Away, away we'll steal ; 
 Another pilot hove in sight, 
 
 And Mabel took his wheel. 
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 A DREAM OF Wit EELS. 
 
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 A DREAM OF WHEELS. 
 
 My friend, can you interpret dreams ? 
 
 One has appeared to me, 
 And every thought it concentrates 
 
 Through haunting memory. 
 
 Mcthought upon my silent steed 
 
 I slowly wheeled away 
 Through space as shadowy and still 
 
 As dawning hours of day. 
 
 Unguided, fearsomely I rode 
 
 Until appeared afar 
 A twinkling point of golden light. 
 
 Dim, distant as a star. 
 
 I watched it as it brighter grew ; 
 
 No need had I to steer, 
 As magnetized, on sfied the wheel, 
 
 And ever brought me near. 
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A DRKAM OF WHEELS. 
 
 On, on I rode, and loon the light 
 The sun'i glow put to shame— 
 
 A great white gate wai clear defined, 
 With flanie-illumined name. 
 
 So daizled was I by the glow 
 That «• Heaven " I scarce had read, 
 
 When out the portal noiseless swung 
 And through I swiftly sped. 
 
 The threshold wrought a magic spell, 
 
 For, Presto I O surprise ! 
 My wheel, discarding earthly shape, 
 
 Was meet for heavenly eyes. 
 
 The shining steel was burnished gold. 
 
 The tires were velvet pile. 
 The olden gear assumed, at once. 
 
 The latest chainless style. 
 
 A gay procession long I joined ; 
 
 We wheeled on marble road ; 
 But everything was so unlike 
 
 Celestial saints' abode. 
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M l>RKA,\t OF WHEELS. 
 
 All floating wingi I thought to tec, 
 
 And graceful formi in lir ; 
 But everTthing wai up to date, 
 
 And wheels were everywhere. 
 
 Some were of plain design, and some 
 With dazzling jewels glowed, 
 
 Recording merits hardly won 
 By those who wisely rode. 
 
 Soft tinkling bells made melody ; 
 
 A golden trumpet's blare 
 So startled me that I awoke 
 
 And found I was not there. 
 
 Now tell me what can this portend ? 
 
 What meaning can you find ? 
 Its beauty haunts me constantly ; 
 
 Tis ever in my mind. 
 
 My friend was grave, he pondered long, 
 
 And this is what he said : 
 " The meaning is quite clear to me — 
 
 The wheels are in your head." 
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