A Return

" Do ye not know me, Donald?"- Pnshing back her gray hitir - 11 Cau ye not epeak to me, Donald - Mo who Wtt once so fair ? M Many years have gone over us - Fortúnate years for thee; Wheu I Bé6 tlue they peein not so many - Only whon thou seeet me. " For I vear tbc fiiow of winters No sun and no summer can chango ; Yet I ceein to hear the Hjiriug coming, And the blue-bird beginning to ra:igp, 11 As when in the oíd days togother We wandered and t-alked by thc atream, Of thy lifo in the far new country, And our Jove. Was it all a dream ? "For wnat coiüd I be to theo, Dnald, A man grown Ín honor and land, With a choice of the whole world bofore thee, While I could glve thee but iny hand ! " 'Twas lonR that T etaid by the brook-side, In the dewB and the dark of the ove, Turough winter and summer th reafter, Ere I could forget to grieve. II For thou wast my firet love, Donald- Thou the flrst lovc of my hcart ; Whl Hhonld I not teil thee, Donald. What eadnesa it was then to part ?" II 1 cannot rccall thee, woman ; And yet. when I hear tby voiee, I hear the low rippliug river, I Bee the girl of my choice. "Can ye not tell mo of Janet, Somcthing of her I onco loved? Sho gave me a wíng for my bonnet ; I gave her a ring ero I roved." M Tbink ye on her sometimcH, Donald ? Can yo remember the ring? It ís worn now very thin, Donaid ; Yet, perhape, ye'H remember the thing. " It ia here on my hand utiil, Donald ; I cannot remove it ngLin ; I have kept it through labor and sorrow ; It is grown now a part of my pain !" -Harper'8 Magazine f ar February.