A fragrant scent of April rain F&lling on buddíng leaves; A f rnsxance sweet of flow'rcta fair Wafted apon the brecze. A tílimpse of sunshine shining bright Úpon the rain-kissed earth; The songs of birds in joyoua glee Haling the Hpring-tide's birth. The Winter snpwa are on tho ground, Yet still I seem to be 'Hid the Sprints sounds and odours sweet Which Mem'j-y brings to me. A viaon sweet of loving eyes ljooking into mine own, A voice l know, though muntha have passed Siuce 1 have heard its tone; A niem'ry dear of precious word, Worda which I treasiire yet - Of kissen aweet upon my lipa - Oonld I that time forget? O sweet diij-drearas long passed away! O hf)pes too f:iir to last! n'rj dei which bringg to mo visión of tbc Past! Emma Biner.