, 1874-05-25


. Allusion to celebrated painting Of serptramis.
Hercnlcefa hair.
Other poems, again, are full Of the tenderness
Of love- aH Que entitled "sometime," " Which is as
pathetic "a tho woll-known German poem by
Ereiligratt, beginning, 30 love 30 long as love
thou may'st." Others, With D peculiar charm,
express she regret which oil at times feel, for
following:
THERE WAS Rosg.
"Thcre WAS roHe," sho said,
:" Like other roses, perhaps to Yen.
Zine yours ago 1t was faint and rod,
Away III tho cold dirk dew,
On tho dwarf-bush whero It grew.
"Sover any ross before
Was Ike that tose, very well tnouS
Never another roso my more
VIII blow Is that rose did blow,
When the wet wind shook 1t 10.
"tWhnt do want ?'-Ah, whatz
Why, want that rose, that wes one rose,
Only that rosp And that rose is not
Anywhere Just now? God knowa
Where all tie old sweetness goes.
would tsis r. xoEd r Sssk ,s ths.s TO- s ~ might
Il once in that fir fall light,
And ouly onoe, II might.
"xsut million marching men
From the North and the South would ariso7
Aud tho dead-would have to die aHRlp7
And tho won1sns widowed criea
Would trouble auow tho Akes7
"No msttor. would not caro-;
We're 1t not better that this should bot
Tbs sorrow Of many tho many bear,-
Mine Is too heayy for mo.
And Mxnt that rose, you seotn
There are two or three tender ballads, ono,
Especially, entitled ''Aunt ANNIE" conveying 4
holnely litslo pathetic story Of real lifo. 'Love
6tories,"a poem OF peculiarly charming man
ner: aTho Black Prlncess," "Doubt," "a
Woman's BigtLday,-thess are are each notlcea-
biz, Here II aetnethiug, possessing a swoetly-
pleasing:
a1FTs or DREAM.
One whispered through my sleep
bE1nB bt1tue hero with me,
Worth hall the world. No Queen has one 70 keop,
So precious. Wake and see,
"I alBo bring vine,
IT To plant by eo1tttase -Ntndow.-one
Whose brood Of blossoms may b& faIr md INA
Al ever pleased tho sun. :.
sue sent them, Dear, to you
Who loves you with q lore divine.
Arise and look, and choosB ono Of ths two.
Or let the choice be nine."
Preached my eager arm
10 cateh the marble: hoard moan,
Aud knew my heayy hand had cr,4hsd tbs charm.
And lett--soMe dead white ssonsl
.Poor ehild" aad AZ laughed !; a :he lglte,s laugh.
And loft tho roao ln dew.
Now, gathering buds, and bright with bees,
It fills my life with hQney, Dreams come true.
Such loyaly dreams ~ these.
The grief OF mother upon tho taklng away
Of her child, with something Of hor self-comfort.
Ing thereafter, finds expression (aad m any be-
reayed mothers will feel it) In this tender poem
HIS sHAnE AND MINE
h went from mo 90 aoftly aua 10 soon.
liz ~ hnp1 urA4kn nj t>41,Uu ur1A ty@nr
Ehe only task God gave them was 10 hold
als share Of flowers he took with him Away;
No more will blossom here 10 fair NJ they.
My hands Instead Of Ills, do not care.
His sweet eyes n ere 10 clear and lovely, but
10 look into the worlds Wild ugat Rnd shut
powr, In tho dust they have the!r slare Of sleep;
THEIR slare OF tears ig LETT for me 10 wcsp.
Hs uwoct mouth had its share Of kl.ses-oAl
What love, what anguish, will he eyer know
Its sl1are Of thlrat. and musmusng, aud moan
And cries unHatisAed, Shal ba MY own.
uohad lis allare Of Summon. Bird and dow
Were hero NTH him-Htth him Ihsy vanished too.
His a,lare of dying leaves, aud rains, and frost,
taks, with every dssaFy thing he lost.
Tho phantom OF tho cloud he did not ssa
Torovsrmore shall oversAAdow me.
uc, In ssturn, with small, stu, snowy foot.
Tplohsd Tho Dim Path, and made lts Twilight sHect
Mrs. PIATT
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