The Penn's Grove record., 1896-04-03

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Love's Hopes.
Love II q little world of hopes which build
A lofty castle on that fragile rock,
The Enture, and its turrets oft-times gid
With gladsome smiles the storm Of Fate
to mock,
And dash disdain upon the angry skies.
Its windows overlook a land of flowers.
That none may gaze upon Q moat that lies
All dark and foul behind its mystic
towers,
The stately rooms are decked with a
lands fair;
A thousand tapers light their painted
walls,
A thousand baimy odors all the afr.
While music echoes through the festive
halls,
There dwell these hopes and dream for
one sweet day,
Then hopes-and palace too-are swept
away.
Bernard Malcolm Ramsey.
eunrise.
Dear heart" they said, "the sun Is high,
Noon came while you were sleeping"
"Ah, mol the dawn creeps up the sky"
He said, nor heard their weeping.
Again he asked the hour of day
When dusk was slowly falling;
"It cannot be, for far away
I hear the robins calling"
And last he said, II must arise,
For now tfe morn Is breaking"
Then closed once more his weary eyes,
And knew no earthly waking.
"All through that day his mind was dim,"
They sadly thought; unknowing
That while he fingered here, for him
Another dawn was glowing.
Mary Thatcher Higginson, in the INDIE
pendent.
When the Cows Come Home.
The light on the mountain falls aslant,
The birds In the bush are still;
The cricket chirps In the pasture plant
When h cows come over the hill.
The swallows circle about the caves,
A pale star mounts the sky;
The squirrels rustic the golden shenves
When the cows are passing by.
Over the valley the shadows creep,
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Down In the garden the honeybees sleep,
Missing the breath Of the kline.
The tinkle of bells Is sweet to my ear,
But sweeter the words of a song
That the singer is slowly bringing near
As she follows the cows along.
| She sings of a lover whose faith is fast
\ Wheravpr hla foofafana roam
And her cheek grows red when we meet at
last,
As the cows are nearing home.
Sarah NJ. II. Gardner. In The New Boz
hemian.
Some Day of Days.
Some day, some day Of days, treading the
street
With idle, needless pace,
Unlocking for such grace, =
I shall behold your face.
Some day, some day of days, thus may we
meet
Perchance the sun may shine from skies
Of May,
Or winters icy chill
Touch lightly vale and hill;
What matter? I shall thrill
Through every vein with summer on that
day.
Once more life's perfect youth will oil
come back,
And for Q moment there
shah stand fresh and fair,
And drop the garment care;
Onco more my perfect youth shall nothing
lack.
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{ shut my eyes now, thinking how twill
How, face to face, each soul
VIII slip It's long CONTROL
FORGET the dismal dole
l or dreary fate's dark separating sea-
And glance to glance, and hand to hand In
greeting,
D. The past, with all its fears,
Its silence and Its tears.
It's lonely, ysarning years.
| Shall vanish in the moment OF that metz
ing.
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. =!
The old Man Dreams,
I The lblackened walnut in Its spicy huE
Rots where 1t fell;
| Andin the orchard, where the trees stand
full,
The pear's brown bell
Drops; and the loghouss In the brambie-
lane,
From whose low door
Stretch ripensd acresof the corn and cane,
He sees noe more.
The catbird sings upon its porchIof pine;
And Ger Its gate,
an slsn~der-podded. twists the trumpet
vine
Its rustling weight;
Andln the woodland, by the spring, may
hap,
With ayes OF joy
Again he bends to set q rabbit trap &
A brown-faced boy.
Them whistling. through the underbrush
he goes,