Life Threads

Out of life's tangled skeln Draw here and there a tbreail. And one is black wlth pain And one wlth grief Is red, To show a heart hath bied. And one Is white as youtli. It mark lts perfect time, Then llfe, untonched of ruth, Mounted towards Summer prime Throngh love, romance, and rbyme. Beslde Love's glowing threads, Here one Is cool and gray, Where passlonate mornlng weds A neutral-tlnted day And Peace comes down to stay. Imperial purple t hls To tyrannizeand pray, Wlth hint of loftler bllss Set in lts roya! ray, Yet ealm to hiïrt or slav. Palld and paling Unes Of youth forevcr fled. Blgns! They are only signs Of the living Joy long dead ; Wraiths for the eyes bespread. Yet, touehlng tbem, they glow- Agaln the y ou nu, warm thrlll, The tones all sweet and low, The hushed heart waltlng still, As eyes wlth love o'erfill. Memory her trophy yields To the Present's happier real ; We pace the Summer flelds We move to Hope's ideal, And Faith and Love are leal, We seat us down some day, And from life's tangled skeln, 'I'hat Memory holds ulway, We smooth out Unes ol pain, And love-threads hold pure galn. O, n,y liad Unted threads! We gather you all at last. Yoy mark our whit'ning lieads, You bind us to our past, Auil we hold you close and fatt .