Gems In Verse

The world is so changed since I knew her! The eky is tenderer blue, The wood thrnih singa sweeter and traer- Yea. all the wide world la made new. The breezes that blow from the clover And kis3 all the flowers on the way. Are whispering over and over A name that is sweeter than they. 0 love, thou hasi fettered and bound me; I ne'er shall be heart free apain, Yet life flows like rnusic around me. And flow'rs are the links of my chaln. -James Buckh&m. Tlreil Mothers. A little elbow h-ans upon your knee, Your tired knce, that has so much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly From muleroeath a thatüh of shining hain Perhaps you do iiot heed the velvet touch Of warm, moist (logere, folding yours 80 tight, You do not prize this blessing overmuch - You almost are too tircd to pray, tonightl But it ís blessedness! A year ago J did not see it as I do today. We are so dull and thankloss; and too slow To eatch the sunshine e'er it slips away. And now it seenis surpassing strange to me, That while 1 wore the badge of motherhood, I did not kiss more oft and tenderly The little child that brought me only goodl And if some Dfght when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee; This restless, curling liead from off yourbreast, This lisping tongue that chattera constantly; If from your oivn the dimpled hand had slipped. And ne'er wonld nestle in your palm again; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, 1 could not blame you for your heartache thenl I wonder so that mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gown; Or that the footprints, when the days are wet. Are ever black enougn to make them frownl If I could finrt a little muddy boot, Or cap, or jacket, on my chamber floor: If I could kiss a rosy, restless foot. And hear its music in my home once more; If I could mend a broken cart today, Tomorrow make a kite to reach the sky, There is no woman in God's world could say She was more blissfully content than I. But, ah! the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumplcd by shining head; Bly singing birdling from its nest is flown - The little boy 1 used to kiss is dead! -May Riley Smith. The Mude) American Girl. A practical, plain young girl; Not-afraid-of-thu-ruin young girl; A poetical posy, A ruddy and rosy. A helper-of-self young girL At-homo-in-lier-place young girl; A never-will-lace young girl: A toiler serene, A life that irf clean, A prinoess-of-peace young girl. A wear-her-own-hair young Kirl; A free-from-a-stare young girl; A waste-not-an-hour, No pale parlor flower, , A picture-of-health young girl. Plenty room in her Bhoes - this girl; A free-from-tbe-blnea- this girl: Not a bang on her brow, No fraud will allow, She's just what she suems- this girL Not a reader-of-traan young girl; Not a cbeap-jewel-flash young girl; Not a sipper of rum, Not a chewer of gum- Remarkitbly sensible girl At-ten-in-her-bed young girl; An active, aapiring youug girl; Am early ariser, A dandy despiser. We honor this lovable girl. A lover-of-pnwe young girl; Not a turn-up-ihr-me young girl; Not tii en to splutter. Not "utterly utter," A matter-of-fact young girl. A rightly ambitioos yfmng girl; Red-lipa-so-delicioüs young girl; A clear, sparkliñg Oye Tbat says 'I will try"- A sure-to-succeed young girl. An honestly courting young girl; A neTOr-seen-flirting young girl; A quiet, demure, A modest and pure- A flt-for-a-wtfe young girl. A sought-every where young girl; A future-inost-fair young girl; An ever-discreet. We loo seldom meet- This queen-of-the-queens young girL -Virgil A. Pinkley. The Floral Token. "I thank you for the flowers you sent," she said. And then sho pouted, blushed and drooped her head. "Forgive me for the words 1 spoke last night, Your flowers have sweetly proved that you were right." And then 1 took her hand wit hm my own And I forgave her- called her all my own; But as we wandered through the lamp lit bowers I wondered who had really sent the flowersl -New York Herald. Daniel O'Comiell. Ever the same- from boyhood up to death: His race was crushed - his people were defamed; He found the spark, and fanned it with his breath. And fed the fire, till all the nation flamedl He roused the farms- h made the Berf a yeoman; He drilled tiis millious and he faced the foe; Bat uot with lead or steel he struck the foeman: Reason the sword- and human right the blow. -Johu Boyle O'Reilly.