Gems In Verse

Love is better than house or lands; So, Sir Stephen, I'll ritle with tlic ■!"' Quick sh eps where the courser stands, Light sWsprings to the saddle truc. Love is better than kith or kin; So-olose she clung and so close clasped he, They heard no sob of tho bitter wind, Nor the snow that shuddered along the lea. Lore is better than life or breathl The drifts ore over the horee's knee; Boftly thej sink to the soft, cold death. And the snow shroud folds them eólently. Houscs and lands are gone for aye, Kith and kin like the wild wind nee; Life and broath have fluttered away, But lovo liath blossomed etemally.