Beside The Bars

Grnnclino' lier 's knitting ba 4 lost its charm; Un boedel it Uus la Uor ampie Lap, While tho itlnset'a crlraaon, soft and warm, Tuuches the lriUü of her suowy cap. [a pnctugon two besilo the bars, Under the mnple- wbo lütle cave For tho growin (Uuk, or tho rUing stars, Or tho hiut of frosL in the auLuinu air. One isa sleuler slip Of a gii"l, And ouea dAq in ihe prtdttof youth; The looidon pure ai the purest peurl, The lover stro&g in his steailfast truth, 'Swect, my own, as a rose of June," Üe aays, full luw, o'er the solden head. It would sound to her Uke a dcar old tune, Could gi-iiiulmüther hcar the soft woiüs said. For it teems but a little while apo tincc uiuier the nuiple, beside the b.irs, She Btood ft girl, whi:e tlio .sunsöt's glow Mclted ftWHy 'luid the e veiling stars. And one, her lojcr, so bVrght and bj-ave, 6Ktke -'i .ï.- . tender, in ton es as low; Th.'v come Lu her now trom bejoftd the grave, The nords oí' her darliiijf to long ago. "'lly own, sweet as a rose in June!" Her eyes ;irc dim and her hair is white, Uut her heart keepa time lo the od love-tune Aa olie walohoa hur tiaughter'a chilil to-uibt. A worïd betweon them, pcrhnps you eay. Yes. On his reait tlie story tbrough; One baa her beauüful yesterdny, Arnl onc to-raorrow flUr to rlow But little you dreum how fond a pnjniF Goes np tuUo.i, fcbrough Hla sil ver stars, From Iheairiiil om m .iziny: tb ere, Por the iwo wlio Uuj;er besidc tae bars.