Heart Treasures

Strrmíre what tritios hearts WÏU trcasure, Little seeming worthless tilines, But lovo llover stops to íuensure, Or to weigh the gjft lovo bfings. Words thatjscarcely liave a meaning, Taken just tbr wordt alone, ■Vhon in memory's field we're gleaning Start us with their tbrllling tone. Fame may rear lior tone of glory, Till it reach míe distant star, Monnt and teil tlie woodrou! story, 01' tlie deeds to nations fir: Heñida WÏÏ1 liear, but hoarts are straying, 'Mong tlie trinkets Btowéd av.ay. By the dear ones, who went " Maying" Yitli us, when love led the way. Oft the lip.art tnrns chili and weeping From tlie baubles wealth wfll bring, To the -wildest flowers 'tis keeping, Sweet mementoes ol'its sprini. And Kome withered rose we treasure, Stones of' golden goins abo ve; For love novor stops to measure Or to weigh the gift of love.