Olasped in thy arms, with my head on thy breaat, All is forgotten of sovrow and woe. Nothing I feel but peace, infinite rest. Hold me, beloved, thus, tenderly- ao. Aglow with the love that forevcr is thine, 1 lift my check to thy willing caress. Few hearts may drink of tho joy that is mine, Fow toiiRues suoh rapture cao truly coufesB. Clasped in thy arms, with my head on thy bivast, I feel thy heartbeats have quickened for me With gladdest joy now my soul is jiossessed. Life vronld be êmpty without love and thee Soms say, beloved, that life is. a dream; That at death's coinins; v e wil] liut awake, But if the waking a partir í doth seein Lot mo dream ever for sweetest iovu's sake - O'ane Mauldin in New Orleans ficayune.