Retrospect. As we look back through life, As her richest of treasures, 'Tis one drop of fragrance, P. M. WETMORE. Pity and Love. SOFT Pity never leaves the gentle breast, Where Love has been received a welcome guest. SHERIDAN. Sonnet. THERE moved a beauteous form on easy wing, Chanting through Nature a melodious song; Borne on the breeze, I heard it softly sing, And 'mong the vocal woods its strains prolong: It floated on the rose's sweet perfume With melody inspired the vernal streams, And like an angel decked with golden plume, It shone reflected in the sun's bright beams. As wishfully I gazed upon its charms, Unconsciously it near me softly stole, And, sweetly smiling, cast its magic arms With bliss transporting round my youthful soul. I asked its name-"Love," was the answer given "I came to minister delight-my home is yonder Heaven." ANONYMOUS. Joy in Every Thing. THERE is a spell in every flower, And there is music on the breeze O, there is joy and happiness In every thing I see, Which bids my soul rise up and bless The God who blesses me. MRS. A. P. DINNIES. Give Sorrow Words GIVE sorrow words, the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. SHAKSPEARE. The Heart's Xearning. THERE 28 a yearning within each breast, To live in the heart of some cherished friend, That comes to thee from "the reaper Death." Cherish the thought-'tis in kindness sent, An angel that's cherished unawares. ALICE G. LEE. The Wish. As half in shade, and half in sun, Be all that shall ever meet thy glances! MOORE. Leila. WHEN first you look upon her face, The timidness which still betrays Her blushes and her eyes; And thoughts go sporting thro' her mind, In soul or face she bears no trace But, like the rainbow, seems tho' born Of Earth, a part of Heaven. Wedded Love. HILL. HIGH the bliss that waits on wedded love, Best, purest emblem of the bliss above. ROLLESTON. |