Heart And Harp

CONTEN Ï'MENt. All the VHtater t laugli and einp ttï joy that the spring is iicar, I make the spring with my einging ring, Rcjoicing that ehe is here. - Ha rper. OK THE CLTFF. " Sec the far mountaius, all a waviiig line, Pading aud melting into misty gray." I auswer with a widc, unseeing gaze, " Yea, miles and miles away." "And the great si ver, dwindled toa thrond, Wilh farms dwarfed to a haiid's-broadth side bj side." I know the tlietant ocean through it sende Tbe full throb of the tide. " tieten ! the low-roiced wind with tender touch WhisperB and Bways the bright Ieaves tn the air." Alas ! to my denied and famished Bent?e Silencc is everywhere ! O vanishcd sparkle from the cup of Ufe, Fillod to the brim with beauty bo divine! Without thee, spirit, swectness, light are Io3t, And flavorleps the wine. -Mary L. Hitte r, in Scribner. " SEE HOW I HELP!" " See how 1 help !'' said a little inousc To the reapers that reaped the grain, Ab henibbled away, bythe door of his house," Witli all his might aud main. " Roe how I hejp I" he went on with his talk ; Bat they laid all the wide field low Before he had finishrd a single stalli Of the golden, gliUering row. As the mouse ran into his hole, he said : " Indeed, I cannot deny, Althoiifih au idea I had in my head, Thoee fellows work better than I." - " JHíZpíÉ," St. Xicholas, INDIAN SUUMEB. Dnlled to a drowsy fire, one vaguely sces The Bun in heaven, where this broad, smoky round Lies ever brooding at the horizou's bound ; And through the gaunt knolls on monotonouR lean, Or through amp desolate wnodlands' nakcd trees, Rustliug the brittle ruin along the round, Like eighs from spirits of perished hour, resound The melancholy melodies of the breeze ! So ghostly and strange a lock the blurrcd world wears, Viewed fromthis flowerler-s garden's dreary square?, That now. while these weird, vaprous days exist. It would not scf-m a marvel if where we walk We met, dim-glimmering on itp ihorny stalk, Some palé, intangible rose, with leaves of mist ! -Bdgw Faucett, in Atlantic. SLEEP AFIER DEATH. If I werp. dead, and if the dead might crave Some little grace to cheer their outcast etate, This I would ask : deep slumber long and late And sure possession of my lonely grave I Not to be haunted by the things that were, And once were dear, nor even by a dreani To be diBturbed, howcver glad and fair- For perfect rest is dreaniless. Lying therc, Deep hidden, safe from life's wild rush and stir. Not knbwfnfc that I slept- thiB bliss would seem More dear to me than heaven's owu paradi&e ! So dear I would not care again to rise ; For eyes that wake must Btill have tears to weep ; And so " God giveth His beloved sleep !"' -MaryAinge De Vere, in Galaxy. "CALL ME NOT DEAD." Cali me not dead when I, indeed, have gone Into the company of the ever living High and most glorious poets ! Let tbanksgiving Rather bo made. Efay - " He at last hath won Rest and relete, converse aupreme aud wise, Muslc and song and light of immortal faces ; To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places, He hath met Keats, and known bim by hïs eyes. To-morrow (who eau say ?) Shakspeare may paes - And our lost friend just catch one syllable Of that three-centuried wit that kept so well - Or Milton - or Dante, looking on the grase, Thinking of Beatrice, and listening still To chanted hymna that sound from the heavenlj hill." -Richard ll'aisoïi Gilder, in Scribner. THE DIÏEAM OF ST. THERESA. Have you heard of the dream that she had - Theresa the paintly ? Come, listen, ye good and ye bad ! Aud heed it not faintly. A weird, awful woman she saw, And wondercd what brought her ; In oue hand she bore flamiug straw, In the oüier hand water. il Where bound ?" asked Theresa. "Ch teil!" This answer was given : " Theresa, I go to quenuh heil, And then t burn heaven." " But why," asked the saint, " do you make So wiid an endeavor ?'' " So that men, for His own holy eake, May love God for ever." - Epen Sanjent, in Lippincott. THE ROSE'S SECRET. A LESSON IN THE DAKWIN THEORY. Cvery flower you wear has a secret as sweet As a maideu may hear under roses of dutk, Which it hidee by the day from the goesiping heat, To whisper at night in its petals of munk. f, betrayed to delight by the blueh on your cheek, It utters its secret, but fhink I am ncar, nd the muek of the rose ia the fiilence will speak A secret as swect as a naaiden may hear. Jut the blueh that you give to the rose in return, Is a flower as sweet in the dusk of the eves, When it filis with the meaning it blushes to leara, And hides it sweet secret half nhut in the leaves ; ■ïor either are ever as sweet to the Bight, As when they discover how dear ia the power That shows by the blooni in a rose of delight That love is the Becret which hides in the flower ! Under Mr. Darwin's theory, the flowcring of the ilant is its method of courting. - Will Wallace llarney, in Applcton. THE BEST GIFT. Around the eradle Ihat thy childhood bare Came God's own angels with their pitying eyes, And gazed upon thee íb a still surprise 'o Bee beyond heaven's portal aught so fair. 'hey brought thee precious gif ts. One gave to thee The gilt of beauty for thy body's grace, Deep-smiling eyeB to light a dreamy face, And perfect limba as young Apollo's be. öne set the crown of genius on thy head, And one bestowed a heart iike woman's own, Strong as the sea, aud trembling at a breath. Last, a veiled ngure bent above the bed, And said, " I give thee everything in one. In Heaven I am namcd Love; meneall ineDeath. 1 So Bhalt thou uever tread the weary ways That lead men up the dusty siopes of life, Nor feel the fierceness of the noonday Btrife, 5nowiDg alone the morning of thy days. :'or thee the dew Bhall linger on the flower ; The light that never iran on and or sea Shall have no moment-iry gleam for thee, But brighten into love'a immortal hour. Thy beauty's grace shnll never know decay, Nor sorrow lay her hand upon thy heart ; Neither Bhall chili mistruts thy ppirit elay, But like a star thy life ehall pass away, lts light still shmine, though itself depart, Until all stars are lost in one eternol day." - Harper .