Homeward

A jtttUop throujrh the mountain way, With click, click, click, ngainst the flint,- Hard followiQK on the ilyinif day, l'hnt backwunl flings ■ tiery tint. The twiliffht pincs stand dense and grim, And fliph and sigh, " The day i dead The viiyin birches, tall and eliin, Wave shadowy anns across the red. In broodinif peace the uplands lie, Strcthtíd (limly in thcir e ven ing rost; A throtigh their lifted calm I fly, On, onward, to the happy W . Oh West, heart-red, burn close bofore 1 Pale, dreamy Ëant, float far beliind I No pause, fiood steed,- a few miles more, In yonder glow our reet weU find. Vrgent, we reaeh the downwnrd hill, Ihevillage d arken s far beluw,- Ha aught befallen her of ill ï My eager heart leapa down to know. A swift dpscent alonp the ridgo, Through Imdy looms and W-aks of light; A chfcrr clatter on the bridffe, Theu up the strect where fulls the night. Across the rlnrk n hearth-fire8 glenm, A groceful ghadow on the waïl ; + Twm false, thank God, thnt last night's dream, That something e vil did befall. From out the door a riiddier sliine Meets vanished daylight's golden trace ; And stnrry eyes turned np to mine,- One light in heaven mul home and face ! - Scribner's Monthly for March.