Gems In Verse

Twas a summor as; when he left me hore, A summor of siniles with nevor a. toar, TiU I said to liim with u sob, My dearl Goodby, my lover; goodby! tor I loved hlm. ob, as the stars love nightl And my cheoks for liim uashed red and white VVheu be first called mo bis heart's delight: Goodby, uiy lover: goodbyl The touch of bis ha7id was a thing divine, As he sat witb mo in the soft moonshine And drank of my lovo as men drink wine: Goodby, my lover; goodbyl And never a nipcht as I knelt in prayer, In a gown as white as our own souls were, But in faucy he oaino and kissed me thure: Goodby, my lover; goodby! But now, O Godl what an cmpty place My whole hcart isl Of the oíd embrace And tbo kiss 1 loved, there is not a trace: Goodby, my lover; goodbyl He sailed not over the stormy sea. And be went not down :n the waves, not he; Bat oh, he is lost, for he married me: (ioodby, my Lover; goodbyl -James Wbitcomb Riley. The Ui ver. Oh, rugffed rivet! rentless riverl River of years -river of tears- Thou river of Life! River of tears! Vet o'er tby bnsom Joy, as a bird, flashes its gaudy winti. And drinks its draiigbi of ecstasy from out thy crystat spring. Oh, ütmüt river! shadowy riverl River of Lcladnrss river of sadness - Thou river of LJfel River of gladnesii! Yet o'er the blue of the beniïtifu! sky Roatsacloud Out of luist Heecy whiteneaa the Loom of God is weaving a shroud. Oh, beautiful river! wbilo the star of youth is glowing From the sllver sprinkled sky. River of Lile! when health's elixir flowing Paints thy waters its rosy dye. Sunlit river! wben the days aro full of peace. And the calm of the soiiíí tlie river siugs And the (niet joy the lullaby brings We feel wil! never cease. And wliile the waters glow and gusten. Ah! how seldom do we listen To the turning of the ponderous wheel of Time, Over whose granite sides are rushing The waves of the river in a syuiphony subHmel But when the waters are black and bloeding, Dyed with dread üisease's breath. And we feel the river leading To the fathomless sea of Doath, Then, ahl then, in our agouy of soul We cryi "Oh, wheel of Time, one moment stay! Turn back the river and cease to roll, For a life we love is passing away." But God is the miller, and the wheel is turaing, Though Grief's hot irous our hearts are burning. And the river's song-is only v moan. And the grinding wbeel ouncls a groan. Bnt from out our midnlsht gloom Look upl God tnowesi bo t See the life we love as it cali .' -s the bloom Of Infinite radiance and re.-t! lts waters have mingled with thocrystalstream Flowing so close to the throne. And the waves have caught the golden gleam And the river's voice, God's tender tone. And the river in heaven in its crystal calm Found its way through the golden bars, Flowing upward, beyond the garden of stars, To the feet of God and bis Lamb. Oh, royal riverl radiant riyer! River of Light- river of Life- Thou river of Godl -Mary E. Hlll. Where She Lies Dead. The sun comes up and tnocks me with its light, The clouds lean white breasts to the sleepless sea, I hear the lark's cali, tremulous with delight, To his sweetheart, across the new grassed lea, The rose bine mista before the sun have fled. The whole dear world is glad- though she lies dead. Out in her well loved carden spot the flowers Lift dreaming heads and half unfold their leaves. All wet and Bweet with dew; the hours Go slowly, as if pitying him who grieves; Her one white rose leans slender throat and head Against the window sill- where she lies dead. About the pond her frogs are all ast ir; Their mellow, dainorous voices fill the air - Their tender voices so beloved of herí That night I kissed the violets in her hair When on uiy happy breast she laid her head, To hear their muruiuring - now, she lies dead. The loenst blossoms sift, like dim, pale stars, On purple air shot througu and through with gold, Like dust blown off the wine flushed grapes, and bars Of warmth lie on the grass beneath- but cold And still is she whose heart, they always said, Wasstrongand warm as liro - for ske lies dead. Oh, lovel lovel love! it is too great to bear! That this glad world should still pulse strong with lile. And thrill with raellow song, and all the air With joy of bird and llower love be rife- While from tuy breast thought, love and life have fled. MyGodl My (iod, help me! while she lies dead. - Overland Montlüy. Life froui Ieath. Life evermore is fed by death. In eartli and soa and sky: And that a rose iuay breathe its breath Something must die. The falcon preys upon the finch, The linc.h apon ihe fly; And luiught will loose the hunger pinch tiut duath's wild cry. -Dr. J. (i. Holland. A FarewelL to o. e. o. My fairest ehlld, I have uo song to give yon; fío lark eould pipe íq skies so dull and gray: Yet, if yon will. niw quiet hiut I'U leave you For every day. 111 tell you how to sing a clearer rarol Than lark who baila tho dawa or breezy down; To earu yourself a purer poet's laurel Thau Shakuspeare'a cruwn. Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be eleven Do lovely thiugs, not druain Uit-ru, all day loag, And so make lifo and death, and tbat forever, Ouü gl'aml bweet Bong. -Charles Kingsley. Death of the Richest Man. He owncd today a large and gleaming shar Of this earth's uarrow rim. A sigh- a groan - a gesture of despair- The eaitb owned him. Tho richest one of any clime or land The oíd time lesson taught. A human mineof goldl God raised hiahaud, And ho had naught. -Will Carleton. Action. Insatiable, we know not what we wotüd, We would not what we knowl Tbe best of life Is action, not the dream of actlon- thonght. Wllliam Cautou. To Mouut Shastii. I Btood where thuntierboitó were wont To smite thy Titao tushioned front; 1 heard huge nxmntaina rock auü roll; I san tbe liglitniiití'sglaniing rod Ecach forth and write ou Ofayen's scroll The awfal autoRraph of Uortl Joaquín Miller.