Three Pictures

THere is a firm of girlis!) mould, I ader Iho spread of tho branche! old, Al tlu1 woll-known beechsn tree, TVUh the sunset lilitiiii; hor ir.-s.-, i of gold, Aild Uu; breszea u'aviug Ilieni ibld upou fold, Waiting for me. Thero is a sweet voico, w.th cadenee deep, Of one that aineth our babe asleep, And diieu turns to see IIow the stars thiough the lattice begin to peen, And watohea the lazy dia.1 crt'ep, SVaitiug for me. Long siftee thoso locká ;;rt laid in the clay, Long sinee thut voice has passod away, On aar!1.] no moro to be But still in tho spint world afar Sliü is dearest of tliosc that aiu Waiting fov me.