When Lisa sings! unto my ravished ear Each luscious note unfolds love's golden tale; With thrilling pulse, made bold with mine own fear, I breathe the love no longer I can veil ; And melody unpent, of sweetest heart-joy horn, Swells in each throbbing breast as dreamland way we sail. -S. J. Adair Fitz Gerald. THE GUEST. HE came unbid; I know not whence, Within my door. He gently heals my lifelong pain, Sweet thoughts arise and eager climb, Yet half I fear his tender wiles; And fain would trust, but questions still; Not for pale brows and faded hair, But lingers still and lingers yet, And bears him in such winning wise, Such holy benedictions shine In his dear eyes. I can but trust, I can but list The winged hopes that softly sing: TOGETHER. -Unidentified. WE two in the fever and fervour and glow We two in the shadows of pain and woe, Have journeyed together in dim, dark places, We two have measured all depths, all heights, We have bathed in tears, we have sunned in laughter, We have known all sorrows and all delights They never could keep us apart hereafter. Wherever your spirit was sent I know I would defy earth-or heaven-to go. If they took my soul into Paradise, And told me I must be content without you, I would weary them so with my lonesome cries, And the ceaseless questions I asked about youThey would open the gates and set me free, Or else they would find you and bring you to me. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox. WERE you there when the columns swirled about? Did you hear the regiment's lusty shout, IT The bees that hummed in the air were of lead; And the juice of the flowers which they drank was red : The flowers of homes in the sunny South, Of homes in the North deserted; How they bowed their heads in the fiery drouth, How they swarmed in the '60's summer tide, How they stung as they sang and the flowers died, Were you there when the bees came humming through! When the honey they made with so much ado Was it sweet? Ah, it was! So I say again! It was deadly sweet to the armies twain, -Stanley Waterloo. THE OBSTACLE ALWAYS AHEAD. THERE's always a river to cross, Yonder the charming scene; But deep and wide, with a troubled tide, For, rougher the way that we take, The stouter the heart and the nerve; The stones in our path we break, Nor e'er from our impulse swerve: For the glory we hope to win "Tis folly to pause and murmur because -Unidentified. SOWER AND SEED. A KINDLY word and a kindly deed, To do his part,— Thus went the sower out with his seed, No coat-of-arms, no silken crest, To the purpose in view, Was his ceaseless search, and his constant quest, Feeling for others, bearing their pain, Freeing the fetters, undoing the chain, He wrought the bright years,— Still unknown to rank, and unknown to fame, HAD I A THOUSAND SOULS. -Ella Dare. HAD I a thousand souls with which to love thee, I would be May to clothe thee with its splendour, 15 I'd call on fame, to speak my passion tender, I'd fain be the world's king, to serve and bless thee, A sun to be thy light and thy defender, And heaven itself for ever to possess thee. -John Bowring, from the Spanish HOPE'S SONG. "AND will it be," said Hope to me, "That over the snow he'll come, And the beckoning light of your window bright "Or will it be," said Hope to me, "On a summer's eventide, When the tender glow of the sunset's low, You shall walk home side by side?" "Or will it be," said Hope to me, And thou downcast, he will come at last "Or will it be," said Hope to me, Save one the best and the faithfullest, "Or a gleaming sea," said Hope to me, -Elsie Kendall. THE BROKEN HARP. Ir this now silent harp could wake, But like my heart, though faithful long, |