The One Unknown

Is there perchanoe, somewbere, eomehow, A heart m eympathy wlth mine? That wben my hearl beats it doth know, And says to me, "my will Is tblne í " N t tn wnril.-, or look, or sfght, Not in kiminess or low replies, Not by kiss, or wealth of tresH, Not by geotle and soft careas, Not by outward slgns of love, Will my beart beat as ber's doth movö, Kut by sometblng kuown to each, LTnexplainable and bard to teacb. Sbe will come and I eball know Har face; but by no outward show Of grace reflned or beauty rare, By laultless form or neck or halr- But our bearlH sball have known each otlier Loug ago In slormy weatber.