"some Day."

"Ponie dny" istlie burilen of many a smig tliat was never done in rhytlira. Florence Perev lias thus givenone of thcm : Tou smootli the tangles from rny hair W'itli gcntle touch and tenderrat care, Ar.d count the ytnrs ere you sbnll mart Bright silvor turende au.ong the dnrk- Sniiüng the whilo to lieur me ay, 'You'll thiuk of this neain some day, Sonic day!" I do not scorn the power of time, Nor count on years of fadcless prime, Bul no white gleams will ever shinö Among these heavy locks of mine; Ay. laugh as gaily as you may, Tou'U think of this ugain sonie day, Some day! Some day, I shall ot fc-el, is now, Your solt hands move about my brow - I shall not slight your liglit commands.. And draw the long braids thro'uiy hands; I shall be sileut and' obey - And you - jou will not laugh that day; Some day ! I kuow how long your loving han.ls Will linger with thuse glossy bsnds, When yo i shall weaye my latest crown Of these thiek braidings long and brown; But you will see no touch of grey AJown their shining lenglh th-.H day- Home day I And "'hile your tears are falling hot Upon the lips whieh answer noi, ïou'll take from these one teasured tress, And leave the rest to silentnegs - "You'U think of this again some day;" Some cay !