A Mystery

ftftt&Utfttflw&rgtts Tha rívor héinmeil witli leaniog treed Wouml through its meadows green ; A low, Uue line of mountains shuwed Tliu open pines botwecn. Ono sharp, tall peak abore thoin all Cleai into simlight sprang: I Sav tb livei erf my div-ams, The in .,i..i;iiii8 tlmt Isaugl No clew of memory laö mo on, But v f kew I A feeling at familiar thipga Withevoiy foototep grew. Not n oveitscrag CoiiM leen "a Waated pine; Not üinr. .i . maple hold Alol't ils i.i1 ensign. So up flie long mihI sliom foot-hills ïlir uiouutain foad Bbould treup; So, gieen and low, the meadow fold lts tod-haü-ed klis MSeeg. The rivrr row i s tt ahetíbi wind; Their place the mtn I ine took, Tlie white, toni frinsaa oi thir clouds Woro 110 unwoni oa leuk. Yet ne'er bcfOTe thlt ri fs rim Was jiress -. nino, Never bcforo um il crossed That braken moimtain line. A presence, straii50 at once and known, Walked vith me as riy guidé ; The skii-ts of sonie forgotton lxfe Trailed noiseless o,t my sido. Wns it a dim-remembered dream ? Or glimpw th'ough ans old f The secret whioh tliu mouutains kept, The river never told. But f rom the visión ere it passed A tender hope I drew, And, plejisaiit as i dawn of spring, The thought within me grew, That love would temper ever change, Aini often all surprise, And, misty with the dreama of eivrth, The huls of Heaven arise.