Outgrown

Nay, yon wrong her, my friend, her tove sfce has simply outgTown; One can read the whole matter translating her heart by the light of oue's own. Two summers ajo whon yoo wooed her you stood on the self same plano; Face to íaoe, heart to heart, never dreamiog yoor soula could be parted again. She loved you at that time entirely in the bloom of her life's early May, And it is not her fault, I repeat it, that she doe not love yon today. Nature never stands still, nor souls either; tliey either go up or go down; And hers has been steadily soaring, but how has it been with your own? She has struggled and yearned and aspired; grown parer aod wiser each year; Thestare are now fiirther above yon in yon ltuninous atmosphere. Fur she whom you crowncd with f resh meca, down yonder five Bommen ago, Bae learned that tho flrst of oor dutice te God and ourselves is to grow. Her eyes now are sweeter and calmer, but tlwir vision ia ciearer as weli; Her vuice has a Underer cadenee, bot is por as a silTer oeJl. Have you, too, grawn parer and -vriserasö months and Uw years have rolted on? DM you meet her this morning rejoicing in the triamphs of victory won? Say, hear me- the truth cannot harra yoo, when today in her presence you stood, Wa tho hand that you gare her as white aod clean as that of her womanhood? Go measure yoorseli by her standard, look back on the yeare that have fled, Then ask, if you need, why she tells you that the love of her girlhood is dead. She cannot look down to her lover- her love.. like her soul, aspires; He must stand by her side, or above her, who would kindie its holiest flres.