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As we look back through life,
In our moments of sadness,
Its gleamings of gladness ;
That our pathway o'ershaded,
A few flowers unfaded :
As her richest of treasures,
Some exquisite pleasures.
A life ere it closes;
P. M. WETMORE.
Pity and Love. SOFT Pity never leaves the gentle breast, Where Love has been received a welcome guest.
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 pro
long: 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.”
Joy in Every Thing.
THERE is a spell in every flower,
A sweetness in each spray,
To please me with its lay.
That sports along the glade;
Are gems by fancy made.
In every thing I see,
MRS. A. P. DINNIES.
Give Sorrow (Jords
GIVE sorrow words, the grief that does not
speak, Whispers the o’erfraught heart, and bids it break.
The Heart's Xearning.
THERE 28 a yearning within each breast,
ALICE G. LEE.
This world along its course advances,
When first you look upon her face,
You little note, beside
The beauties it would hide ;
Her blushes and her eyes ;
Like stars from twilight skies.
Like children among flowers;
The measure of her hours.
Of one from Eden driven,
High the bliss that waits on wedded love, Best, purest emblem of the bliss above.