Gems In Verse

There are despair which seem u blast and kill, Thai darkeo day and rob the stars of light, Tfaat inuku the manliest weep as wooien niight, That boud the valor of the human will - Despaira which bura liko hopelesa love; and Blíll Lovecan transfigure whilo it seeins to blight; Strong hearts f eed nobly on their grief, despite A world whero heart3 can ever thrive hut ill. Sweet love and laughter are the dreain ol youth. And soft contentment is a golden bar Which shuts a life within its commonplace; But the old world grows wiser in the truth That sorrows fashiou us to what we are And rouse the invincible genius of ourrace. - G. E. Montgomery. "Sleepy Hollow.1 O place of beauty, place of rest! Above Thee high the mountains crest, the river rolls Beside, the peace of God broods over thee. Like benediction falls bis smile upon Thy face. 'Tis like the gladnees of the heart Wheu work is doue, like rest that follows toil, Like sleep "he giveth his beloved." When earth and skies were drear.and autumn wiuds Moaned shrill, and dark the threatening river rushed Between its banks all stript and bare, in dull November day a train of mourners, sad And slow, brought one t) thee and laid bim down In his last sleep. A good, great man was he, Of lengt h of days. Honors he had, and f riends. And tiiat mysterlons spel] which uien caM faiue Was his. A good, great man, whose name will live. No wonder, then, that men like pilgrims come To thee, seeking his resting place, as to A shrine. O stare, can vou be:im the livelonft night? O flowers, can yon open in morning light? O sails, can yuu Heek the river ! O sun, can you blaze in sky so bright? O blrdd!, can you sing your midday token Whcn she lies dead and a heart is broken? O place of beauty, place of rest; The good An;l great had made his bed wlth thee. And wan Not that enough? To fill thy hungry gravo Must cruel death strike her, the young, thd brave, The fair? Oh, she was fair, and sho was good As she was fair. And she had hope and love. 0 place of beauty, place of rest! Cruel Afl hcauliful thou art. I charge thee keep That which to thee was given that surnmer da ;, - That early summer day whma sunshine struck Me blind. Keep as a sweet and sacred trust That which to thee was gfven "until he come." -Sarah De Wolf Gamwell. Colu mbiis. Columbus was, they teil ns now, A man of flaw and Heek- A man who steered a pirate prow A mi trod a slaver's deck. In narrow, bigot blindness eurled. Cruel and vain. was he- To sueh was given to lift a world Froui out the darkened sea. Though weak and cruel, vaiu, untruo, From all earth's high and low God picked tiiis man his work todo, Four hundred years ago. There in the distance staudeth he, liound on his niighty quest. This rough olil admiral of the sea Still pointing towartl the west. There stands he on his westward prow, A man entirely strong; So great, the !ald truth poken now ('au oever do bim wrang. Though slaver, pírate he mtght be, He iiail that urift ni' fate- That wbe and sane 1) That makes the great man great, - Yankee íilade. Letting Hls Sonl Loaf. 1 don't spend none o' my good time in politicks an siuh: I aiu't a-makin folks grow poor, an me a-gettin ricb; I ain't a-pesterin auy one- le1 liviu at my ease, A-hout Ín when 1 want t;, an Dahio when 1 pleasu! Jes' let 'era take the offices an run 'ein fur an blgh. Pd ruther havs a violet trom a girl's hand- sweet and shy, Than run the whole United States! So, brethren, let her roll, For a Btreak o' April sunsblne is jes' lightiu up my soul! Glve me birds a-slngtng in the sweet, salutin trees, A-lavin an a-waviu all their blossoms in tho breeze. Give me my daisied meadows, jes' a-sniilin to the blue, An the bendiu trees above 'em jes a-bowin "howdy-do!" An the country girls- (od bless 'em, an dress ''■ui plaln aa sweet. Jes' like he does the violeta that purple at their feet- The girls a-huntin honuy in their bonnets an their curls- 9 Oh, what is all jour money to the red Ups of the girls? Sing sweet, O btrds o' April! Sing sweet o'er hill an plain, While the wonderln world is tangled in tho snttligltt an the rain! We ain't a-pesterin any one- Je' livin at onr care, A-huntiu when we want to, au fishin when we please! - Frank Ij. Htauton. Average l'cople. The genius Boars far t the fonntalo That féeda the snowcap in the sky; Hut though oor trlnga break in theflying. And though our souls faint in the tryiug, Our flight cannot follow so bigb: And the eagle Bwoope not from the mountain 'l'o answer the ground bird'a low cry. The world has a gay guerdon ready To hal] the tiiet fort in the race; But on the dull highway of duty. Aloof from the pomp and (he beauty, The stir and the chance of the chase. Are toilers, with steps true and steady, I'ursuing their wearlaome pace. Falso prowess and noisy iusistiuee May capture the garrulous throng, But the "average" father and brother, The home leeeping sinter and mother, Growu gentle and patiënt and atrong, Shall learn in the last aearlng distauce Whcrein life's awards have been wrong. Then bere'a to th "average" people, The makers of home and its rest; To them the world turna for a blessiug Wheu life its hard burdens is pressiug, For stay-at-home hearta are the best; Birds build if they will in the steeple, But safer the eaves for a nest. -May Riley Smith. The Essence of Life Is Divine. Space isas nothing to spirit, the deed is outdone by the doing; The heart of the wooer is warm, hut warmer the heart of the wooing: And up from the pits wliere these shiver, and up from the heigbta where those shine, Twain voices and shadowa swim starward, and the essence of life is divine. - Richard Realf. What of That? Hard! Well, what of that? Dldst fanoy Ufe oue summer holiday, With lessons nono to learn, and uaught but play? Go, get thee to thy task! Conqucr or die! It must bo learned! Learu it, then, patiently. A Bkeptiic :i man who dembta the accuracy of hi.s mvn wfttch.