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Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow?
Ah, these little ice-cold fingers,
Strewn along our backward track!
Strange we never prize the music,
Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown; Strange that we should slight the violets Till the lovely flowers are gone; Strange that summer skies and sunshine Never seem one-half so fair
As when winter's snowy pinions
Shake their white down in the air!
Lips from which the seal of silence
Come to us in sweeter accents,
Let us gather up the sunbeams,
Lying all around our path;
Let us keep the wheat and roses,
Casting out the thorns and chaff;
S the rock in the ocean, the pine on the plain, As the mountain whose summit is deluged in vain, As the Good over Evil, the Right over Wrong, O! thou frail human hearted, look up and be strong!
Where the hand of the tyrant oppresseth the low,
Where Slander has ventured his venomous tongue,
Where Self, under masque, courts corruption and
Come thou to the rescue, be brave and be strong!
What matter if clouds dim the silvery light?
The blue lies beyond, though the clouds hover long, Light comes with the breaking; then hope and be strong.
Be strong for humanity, strong for thyself,
And strong, lest thy heart-strings be woven of pelf, Lest thy soul, soul-forgetting, turn earthward too long, As Faith looks to Heaven, O! look thou and be strong! CORA M. EAGER.
N this dim world of clouding cares
THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF.
CALL brother back to me,
I cannot play alone!
The summer comes with flower and bee-
"The butterfly is glancing bright
I care not now to chase its flight,
"The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed
Our vine is drooping with its load—
O call him back to me!"