The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-05-01


And drink the music OF her laughter:
To sec the smiles slip DER her check,
And watch the dimples chasing after
But hold! you know as well as
What augurics such praises carry;
babe the bachelors good-by,
And in the autumn Shall marry
-Harper's Weekly.
".A Kiss lie Took"
kiss he took and n backward look,
And her heart grew suddenly lighter;
A trifie, you say. to color q day:
Yet the dull gray morn seemed brighter
For hearts are such that tender touch
May Danish look Of sadness;
A small, slight thing can make us sing
But frown will check our gladness
The checricst ray along our way
Is the little act OF Kindness
And the kccncst sting some careless thing
That was done in moment OF blindness.
we can bravcly face life in home where strir
No foothold can discover,
And be lovers still, II we only WILL
Though youths bright days are over -ru,
All, sharp as swords cut the unliind words
That are far beyond recalling
When face lies hid meath cofflnlid,
And bitter tears are falling,
We fain would give half the lives we live :,
To undo our idle scorning Fis
Ihen let us not miss the smile and kiss
When we part in the light OF mornine
Lillian Plunkett, in San Francisco Call.
Success.
The Stoutcst ship may breast the gale
And still be driven back;
What though to reach the port she fail,
Shall we declare she could not sail,
Because she had TO tack!
When storms belate and plaques impede,
When aches and ills betide,
Ambitions goal may net be won
Act hast thou bravely, nobly done
II thou hast bravcly tried
HE nooly does who nobly dares"
When trials sore Cypress.
Whose perseverance nnught can shake
Though failure follows in his wake, .
His failure is success. ~
The Hcrcest battles are to fight
The strongest forts to scale,
Sometimes the bravest heroes fall,
Sometimes the truest lives Of ALL
Are lived by ones who fail.
-Myron Henford Veon in Pittsburgh Dfspatch
Lullaby.
Lullaby baby lullaby lee. -
Sweet dreamland fairies float over thee,
Whilst mother is singing with Joy In her heart,
Kind fairies arc near thee their gifts TO imparti
Then lullaby baby. oh-lul-la-by lee;
Till the faraway realms OF the fairies you see:
Where flower bells tinsle. and soft grasses
chime,
And bright brooks OF music keep laughterfuI
time.
Lullaby baby close your dear eyes,
The crickcts are sleepy meath star-beaming
The flowers in the gndcs, and the birds 'mopg
the leaves,
Delight in the dreams that kind fairyland
wcaves.
Then lullaby, baby ohlul-la -by Ice:
III the far-away realms OF the fairies you see:
Where roscleaf sprtes WOO thee TO rainbow.
spannsd dells.
And TO and fro gently swing soft elfin bells
-Harrictte c. Pennell, In Boston Budget
The Little Ghost OF JOY.
little while ago you knew not was1-
little while ago knew not YOU were YOU
Now the swift hours have run by
And al. the world is new
hear the young birds sing
In the rosy light OF morn:
Like them | could take wing,
And sing as newly born.
A little while from now your face l shall nc
But within my heart ray
To light the dark will be.
Do you not know that pain
So sad. so sweet. so coy,
That comes, and comes again,
The gentle ghost of Joy?
All. that shall dwell with me-
When your face | do not seel
Louise Chandler Moulton. In NJ. 2 1nde
pendent
Not Too Late.
Have we not all. amid lifcs petty strife,
Some pure ideal OF a nobler life
That once seemed possible: We have, and yef
We lost II in this daily Jar and fret,
And now live Idle in vague regret
But still our place Is kept, and II will wait
Ready for us TO III IL. soon or late.
No star is ever lost we once have seen!
We Arrays may be uhat ICE might hare been.
Boston Budget
Correction.
They sat upon the sofa snug
Before the glowing crate,
And then he glanced up ut the clock,
And cried: Its growing late"
Oh, no." the little maid replied.
And shook her trcsscs curly;
" 1t isn't growing late. my dear,
You mean it's growing early"
Tom Mason. In Brooklyn Life.
Richest and Poorest.
write him with the richest. who,
Having but bare necessities
A howell, crusts. no luxuries
Has love TO shed n roscate hue
On his possessions. poor and few
And he is of the poorest. he.
Whose countless Golfers show his gain,
Whose ships skim DER the furthest main,
II. with his pomp and luxury.
he knows not love and charity.
Philadelphia Ledger.