Gems In Verse

Tbou In urn, ted, volcelesa mystery, hlm f Datare, cactus erowned, what bost tbou don 1 Unclothed and mulo u irhen the groans of chaos turnt 'i Thy naked bnrning bosom othesuu; The mciiiiitiun silencea have epeoch, the rivers ring; Tbou answeresi oever unto anythlng. l'iuk tbroated lizards panl in thy slim shade; The lioiiiiii toad nms rtutliog In the heat: The shadowy gray coyote, bornafraid, Steafs to soms bracklsh spring and laps aud prowla Aivay, and bowl and bowls and howls and howls Untll the BOlltudo In ifaakened wlth an addcd loneliness. Thy sharp mescal shoots up a glant stalk, ltscentury of yearnlng, t tlie sunburulskies. And dlipa rare bom y (rom th'' lilis Of yellow iraxen Btowers and dies. Some lenglbwise bun dricd bhapes with feet and hands. And tbirsty montba prewed on the woltering sand.s, Mark her and there a grewsome graveleei spot Where some one drank thy acorcblng hotness, and is nut. LOBt havo uiadü thee in bis anper and forgot. - Madge Morris. Jlr. Peten 1 Hi- City EelHtiim. I don't know why It is, but I don't Mem to get on well Wlth themo' iny relations that down in the city dweil Bxoepi wheo sammer'a comin or wheu summer's reelly bere; Tbem times they sorto' treat me likeasthough they Ik ld me tirar. 'Kd through July 'ud August 1 most generally sees A half n dozen of 'cm bere beneath my ellum trees. But when it comes to winter, when there's notbin much to do, "Nd I go down to see them in the town a week or twn, You'd thiuk, the way they look at me, they'd never beard my nauie, Or that l'd brongbt apon 'em all some everlastin sliamc. Why, 'long about last New Year's time I bappened in one uight When they was havin dinner, 'ud you'd thought I was a bligbt. My cousin's wife, she cot as red as any bealthy beet When 1 declined some oyster cakes 'nd ast for solid meat, Though I remember migbty well at my place last July She turned her back on roast cornbeef 'nd made a meal on pie. 'Xd just because I ast a dude they had at that there meal If be was Mary Anne's young man, "Maree" began to squeal. It ain't their hearts that's wantin- they're affectionate enougb - They show tbat when they come to me when city heat gets tougb. It's in the braiu- and after all I ain't a bit eurprised. By just oue week of city life I'm nearly paralyzed, 'Nd all their little queernesses had ought to be set down, I think, to that unnat'ral lifo they lead down tbere in town. - Carlyle Sinith. A Penalty. The rock is veiued with gold, and the silver sílice. And the seanis of the coal are black in the nether mines, And the copper gleams like a kindled furnace spark. And the heavy lead is dull and dark; Vet for all the black of the coal and the gloom of the lead. Do they weep to be copper or silver or gold instead? The lilies rock in a garden fair and tall. And the daisies creep in the grass at the feet of all. And the yellow sunflower stares at the yellow Ban, Eut the trailiiig yellow trefoils earthward run; Vet for ail the lilies are high and the daisies are luw. None of them crieth, "Why luist thou mada me so?" Like flowers of air the kingblrds flash and fly; They have dipt tlieir wiiigs iu the blue of the suminer sky: Bilt the dusky lark that made an earthly nest Must earry awity its color upon her breast; Vet lor all the feathersare blown or feathers are bright. None of luoin Ktltb, "Ood doth not work arigut." And men spring upinthcir place, and a golden crown Circles a royal head, for king and clown RÍ8Q anl pasa 'hrough life their several ways. And this shail bo boni for trial, and this for praix : Yet of every soul in every devious lot There is none content, thcre is nono that mur murs not. -Nina F. Layard. Adjeotlves That Need a Kest. Of wiïlowy forms and rosebud lips, Dimples and dainty flnger Ups, Ilair like spun gold, a radiaut shower. And neek white as the Hly's dower, With meltlng eyes of bonny brown That droop their lashes coyly down - Surely of these we've bad alore: No beauty-lover could sigh for more. We know them as we knuw our faces; We know the heroine's many graees - lier queenly air, her thapely inold. Her nmnner freezing t behold, So chili it malees us ronder why To flnd the pole men ever tpyl Or If more BTaoious is her bent, Then sunshlne lights the firmament] Anti we are given the old list Of azure orbs and locks ann ki - Of feet tha' soaroc the daiies crash Aml oheeka that like tiie roses bloshl Of shell pink cars, of rounded a.rms. And all the other tlmewors eliarms- Romanoe eau but provoke a iiwn When it makes every goose. a swanl Words don't conjura the whole, but part; I)auty in piecemeal is nut art: It is not art to sehedule charins And harp forover on rounded arma; Again and ngain the swanlike throat - Too slim to utter a heartfelt note! If adjeetives could redeem the race. We wo u ld liever have a homely face. -Mis. N. U. Morange. Recompense. If none were siek and none were Bad, What service could we reinier? I think if we were alwaya We scarcely could be tender. Did our beloved never aeed Our patiënt mlnlstratton Ëarth would grow cold and miss indeed lts sweetest consolation. If soitow never claimed our heart. And every wish were gr&nted, Patience would die and hope depart- Life would be disenchauted. i'lrcumstance. Two children in two aeighborlng villages, Playing mad prauks along the healthy leas: Two straf,. ü;-: at a festival; Two lovers whlsperlcg by an orchard wall; Two Uves bound fast in one with golden case; Two graves grass green besido a gray church tower, Washed with still rains and daisy blossomed; Two children iu one hamlet born and bretl: So runs tbc r'iud of life from hour to hour. - Tennyson. They who go Feel nol the pain of parting; it is they Who 6tay behiud that suffer. - Longfellow. Emgogd in outskle work- I'nintcrs.