A Holiday

One da)' we left our careB behind, And trunmed our sails at early morn ; And by the willing western wind Far o'er the sea were bomo. We left behind the city's din ; We fouud a world new-made from niglit ;- At every senae there entered in Some subtle, fresh delight. The west wind rocked us as we lay Within the boat, and idly scanned The dim horizon far away For some fair, unknown land. And on and on we drifted thus, Not caring whither we might roam ; - For all the world, that day, to us Was Faradise, was home. And as we sailed, a sweet surprise Of oomfort in the present, grew ; - We saw old things with clearer eyes, We dreaded less the new. The past and future seemed to blend ; Eemembrance missed her shadow, grief ; Auticipation was a frieud, And hope became belief. The atrangeness vanished out of life ; Aiflietiou dropped its stern disguise ; And suffering, weariness, and strife Were changed before our oyes. So, but more clear, from huls of God, Our life on earth one day shall show ; And the dim path that here we trod With purest light shall glow. Too quickly spe dthe hours away ; - The evening brought us home again ; And after that brief holiday Caine toil, and care, and pain. Tet Hke a peaceful dream, that long Will steal into the waking thought, Or like a well-remembered song, That happy tears has brought, - That bright, brief summer holiday, The willing wind, the sea, the sky, Gave gifts no winter takes away, And hopes that cannot die. -Scribner's for Augnst,