Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-05-15


YftlNev0 NAYS.
ne roasn 8 ehs xsar.
Tis the youth a. the year.
And the spring ide clear
Has washed the whimsical frost awaSs
And the leaves awake
And tho blossoms break
Into rosy rtpples or fragrant spray
From the tropical now
OF tide 90 low
Tho delicate bloom Of tho peach unto
At my cottage caves.
Mid tho tendrilled leaves
Clean the 1asmine's radiant urns Of COLA
How the melodies noat
From each thro6bing throat
That the winter had sealed 80 long
On currents bright
OF the air and light
What rythmical rush Of songi
William n. Hayne, in Harper's Bazar
The Country store.
SEQ II rs 1t was In by-gone days
The old men stand around the open door
The monday shadows glance upon the door,
And all the village slunbers In . haxe.
The urchin comes in with his shining cent
And spies the red candy from afar;
The striped stick they take down from the Jan
And, whistling soft. he goes away content
The lounger slips behind the counter free
And takes whate'er he will, and does not ask
The cracker, and the raisins from the cask,
And bits OF dry fish, sailor than the sea-
The country wag sits on tho barrel top.
And mocks tho stumping orators debate,
He kills the rising party candidate
Until . mug OF cider makes him stop.
The housewife comes to soil her eggs and take,
Tho sugar and the eofIee and the spice
And rich molasses from the Indies, Moo
To eat upon her yellow Johnny-cske.
The blushing maid steps in, ind sidles through
Tho bales and boxes to the letter-plAce:
She steals . look behind the old glass case,
And starts with Joy TO see her bNlet-doux.
love these visions Of tho olden time
For they were never IN . hurry there;
How distance makes the picture seem moro
fair
And blends it softly with my homely rhyme,
Martha Perry Howe, IN Womans Journal
To Rent.
A vacant heart to lot; inquire for key
OF Master Cupid Just across the way;
Terms ensy to the tenant who'll agree
To loase tho place forever and . day.
COY dwelling in pleasant street;
And Just adjacent to OLD Courtship Road;
bit old-fashioned. but with furnace heat-
Where love may dnd . very snug abode
Tho agent, Cupid, will be glad to show
The tenement TO any maid or miss;
He'll make the price ridiculously low
And asks rs his commission but . kiss
The offers tempting by your own confession;
You'n hnd the place In excellent repair
Just sign the lease and enter in possession
Sam T. Glover. In Chicago Herald
A May Song.
Oil the Maytime-welcome Maytimei
OF oil months the sweetest conner.
Bridal OF the spring and summer
When the earth ia with nOwera and AN
Is sweet with song.
Pastures deep in grass and clover,
Honey for each wandering rover,
Skies that laugh at tempests over
To the emerald month belong
Oh, tho notwithstanding bluebellsl
Tinted like the skies above them,
Set where all may see and love them,
BY the roadside In the coppice, and the
meadow-lands between;
Every breeze that stirs tho dingle
Sets their mimic bells ajingle
All the ewoets Of M0ytimc minglo
In their world OF blue and green
Oh, the fragrance Of tho morning,
When the chestnut spires are lifted
| And Its clustering leaves are rifted
With the sunbeams glinting through them
opening out each futed fold,
And tho wind is truant playing,
In tho lilac hodge delaying,
And the tall laburnum swaying
With its twinkling showers Of gold.
Oh, the gladness Of life's Maytime
| When the common ways Of duty
| Are new-robed and decked with beauty
And love hears tho bluebird's music every day
and all day longl
| God 10 good, this witness bringing;
Every Joy from Him is springing.
| And We bless His name in singing
| In the month OF flower and song
I Mary Rowies. in Golden Days
Tho Harper.
! Tho harper woke. and sung his sengs
A. God and nature taught him;
Tho busy world passed by In thrcngs
| And with rough words beso1ght him
| To leave his craft, an Idle choice,
To those OF rarcr hand and voice
Tho harper slept Tho scales foil on
| Blind eyes, and ears grew sharper;
Praise rang from Lips abused 70 seon:
| "A great man was our harperi~
| And round the slospeS'a name and tomb
Is wrsathsd the laurel with its bloom.
Emma @. Dowd in Youths Companion
Bitter with tho sweet.
Zach rose the gentle xophyrs fan
May hide . cruel thorn;
Each dainty little shoe OF tan
May cover up . corn
Tho pretty cheek whose hue divine
Is like tbs blush Of dawn
May not be really genuine
1t may be all put on.
Tho golden locks which, like ray