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DR. EDGAR WOODS, JR.i

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ET me not to the marriage
of true minds
Admit impediments. Love
; is not love
ees Which alters when it
alteration finds,
Or bends with remover to remove;
O, no; it is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never
shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown although his
height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips
and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass
come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and
weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge
of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare.

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Copyright, 1907, bu Berger Publishing Company°
° F it be true that any
beauteous thing

e Raises the pure and just

. desires of man

From earth to God. the
eternal fount of all,

Such | believe my love: for as in her

So fair, in whom I all beside forget,

| view the gentle work of her Creator,

| have no care for any other thing,

Whilst thus [ love. Nor is it
marvelous,
Since the effect is not of my own
power,

IF the soul doth, by nature tempted forth,
Enamoured through the eyes,
Repase upon the eyes which it resembleth,
And through them riseth to the

primal love,
As to its end, and honors in admiring:
For who adores his Maker must needs
love His work.

Helliam Wordsworth,
ftaitan of Michael Angelo.4c MY heart's heart and you
: who are to me
{ec =) fore than myself, God be
with you,
Keep you in eae obedi-
~ — ence, leal and true

o Him whose noble service setteth free,
* Give you all good we see or can foresee,
Make your joys many and your sorrows
few,

Bless you in what you bear and what
you do,
Yea, perfect you as He would have you be.

So much for you; but what for me,

dear friend?

To love you without stint and all | can,

To-day. to-morrow, world without an end:
To love you much, and yet to love

  

  

you more.

As Jordan at its flood sweeps either
shore ;

Since woman is the helpmeet made for
man.

Christina G. Rossetti.UT of your whole life
give but a moment!
All of your life that has
gone before,
All to come after it,—
sO you ignore,
So you make perfect the present; condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endow-
ment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath
i me, above me,—”
Me, sure that. despite of time future,
time past,
This tick of lifetime’s one moment
you love mel
How long such suspension may linger ?
Ah, Sweet,
The moment eternal— just that and
no more —
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes
shut, and lips meet! odert Browning.low-born thing,
And hath its food served up
in earthenware;
It is a thing to walk with
hand in hand,
Through the every-dayness of this work-
day world,
Baring its tender feet to every roughness,
et letting not one heart-beat go astray
From Beauty’s law of plainneés and content :
A simple, fireside thing, whose quiet smile
Can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home,
Which, when our autumn cometh, as it
must,
And life in the chill wind shivers bare
and leafless,
Shall still be blest with Indian-summer youth
In bleak November, and, with thankful heart,
Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit,
As full of sunshine to our aged eyes
As when it nursed the blossoms of our
spring.
James Russell Lowell.

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Mai
SeF thou must love me, let it
be for nought
Except for love’s sake only.
Do not say
= ‘\ “TI love her for her smile—
<e < her look — her way
Of speaking gently —for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes
brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day: —
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee — and
love so wrought
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my

cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep
who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love
thereby.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore

Thou mayst love on through love's
eternity.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.29
° SAW her once, once only,
Q long ago;
Yet now she often comes to
me by night,
Known by her hair, so silken-
> soft and bright,
That veils warm cheeks where crimson
: roses throw
A tender flush o’er pallid lily-snow.
She speaks not; only her golden head is light
Above my heart, that trobs with wild
delight —

Dreaming she takes the love she cannot
know.

Dear distant love, doth some sweet spirit
voice

Breathe in thine ear, when slumber is

most deep,

All | were fain to tell if we should meet ?
And dost thou come, because the word

is sweet,

By shadowy paths we tread not save in sleep,

o bid me trust the future and rejoice?