Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-10
RHYMES RECENTLY WRITTEN.

yhe spring comes softly up among the hills, The patient ..rth lies waiting meath the snow; Then comes Q -tir, tho pulse of new life thrills, The snow wreaths fade, warmly the south winds blow, And at their kiss the swamps flush rosy red; Ger all the trees, upon the hillside steep, A tender mist of living green is spread, While in the hollows tiny violets peep, And, with Q note as sweet as water 8 fall. The blue Dir ds tell of coming joy and light; Gayly the robins to each other call, And over all the sun shines warm and bright. And then we start and cry: "Wuter has fown,"
 Christian at Work. The first flower of tho spring is not so fair Or bright as one the ripe midsum mer brings. The first faint note the forest warbler sings Is not so rich with feeling, or so rare, As when, full master of his art, the air Drowns in the liquid sea of song he filings Like silver spray from oeak and breast and wings. The artists earliest effort, wrought with care The bard s first ballad, written in his tears, Set by Ais later toll seems poor and tame, And into nothing dwindles at the test. So with the passions of maturer years; Let those who will demand the first fond flame Give me the hearts last love-for that is best.
 Ella Wheeler, in Cosmopolitan.
 Kitty's Gone and Married. 'Tisn't to be wondered at
 That Kitty gone and done 1t, She had a form that any man
 Might prize when once he'd won 1t. About her lips were dimples coy
 When her smiles went a. playing; Her face was paradise itself
 Where Cuptds wont a-straying. 'Tisn't to be wondered at
 That Kit so shortly tarried, Since ev'ry grace of womankind
 About herself she carried. The lucky chap who won the prizc
 Has been congratulated: You ask his name? shake hands with me, I'm the infatuated
 HI. s. Keller, in N. Y. World
 A Dutch Lullaby. wynken, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed on in a wooden shoe; Sailed on a river of misty light Into sea Of dew. s.Where arc you going, and what do you wish'" The old moon asked the three. i've have come to fish for the herring hsh That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we,'
 Said Wynken,
 Blynken
 And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song, AS they rocked in the wooden shoe. And the wind that sped them all night long Ruff1ed the waves of dew; The little stars wore the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea; Now cast SSlr nets wherever you wish, But never afeard are we" So cried the stars to the fishermen three
 Wynken,
 Blynken
 And Nod. All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam; Then down from the sky came the woode' shoe. Bringing the fishermen home; Twas all SO pretty Q sail, it seemed As if 1t could not be; And some folk thought twas Q dream they dreamed, Of sailing that beautiful sea; But shall name you the fishermen three:
 Wynken,
 Blynken
 And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is aiittle head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is wee ones trundle bed; So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,
 Wynken,
 Blynken
 And Nod.
 Eugene Field, in Chicago News.