mes to see her. Yet
You'll hear no murmur of regret.
"My life's a part o' heaven's own plan,"
She often says. Thet's Lizy Ann.
EDGAR F. DAVIS.
_Bowdoin Quill_.
~Be Thou a Bird, My Soul.~
Be thou a bird, my soul, and mount and soar
Out of thy wilderness,
Till earth grows less and less,
Heaven, more and more.
Be thou a bird, and mount, and soar, and sing,
Till all the earth shall be
Vibrant with ecstasy
Beneath thy wing.
Be thou a bird, and trust, the autumn come,
That through the pathless air
Thou shalt find otherwhere
Unerring, home.
A.G.C.
_Kansas University Weekly._
~God's Acre.~
Oh, so pure the white syringas!
Oh, so sweet the lilac bloom
In the Arboretum growing
Near a granite tomb!
By the arching pepper-branches
Let us tender silence keep;
We have come into God's Acre,
Where the children sleep.
In the trees the quail are calling
To the rabbits at their play,
While the little birds, unknowing,
Sing their lives away;
In the night-time through the branches
Wistfully the young stars peep,
But, with all these playmates round them,
Still the children sleep.
Once within that leafy shelter
Some one hid herself, to rest,
With another little dreamer
Folded to her breast;
And a sense of consolation
Stealeth unto them that weep,
While that mother-heart lies sleeping
Where the children sleep.
Year by year the Christmas berries
Redden in the quiet air,--
Year by year the vineyard changes,
Buds and ripens there;
We give place to other faces,
But the years' relentless sweep
Cometh not into God's Acre,
Where the children sleep.
CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD.
_Four-Leaved Clover._
~Unique.~
His presence makes the Spring to blush.
He shines in ample Summer's glow,
He kindles Autumn's burning-bush,
And flings the Winter's fleece of snow.
_Hamilton Literary Monthly._
~A Letter.~
"Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul!"
_The Chambered Nautilus._
* * * * *
Self, Soul & Co., Architects:
_Dear Sirs;_
I find
Your "ad." in the _Nautilus_ quite to my mind.
Pray build me a mansion (for plans see below)
More stately and lofty than this that I know.
Dig deep the foundations in reason and truth;
I want no pavilion--a fortress forsooth,
Secure against windstorms of doctrine and doubt;
In style
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