...implore thee, Deal gently with the leaves that lie before If 6he had Well! She longed, and knew tbee! not wherefore. Had the world nothing she might live to care For Iris had no mother to infold her, for ? Nor ever leaned upon a sister's shoulder, No second self to...

...and Thou by mortal sorrows riven, Save me ! 0, save me ! Shall I die forgiven ? And then Ah, God ! But nay, it little matters : Look at the wasted seeds...streaming Showed not unlovely to her simple seeming. 12 Vain ? Let it be so ! Nature was her teacher. What if a lonely and unsistered creature Loved her...

...and Thou by mortal sorrows riven, Save me ! 0, save me ! Shall I die forgiven ? And then Ah, God ! But nay, it little matters : Look at the wasted seeds...She knew the marble shapes that set men dreaming, Tet with her shoulders bare and tresses streaming Showed not unlovely to her simple seeming. Vain ?...

...conditions, or as food for animals and man. We are thus reminded of the suggestive lines of Holmes : l;I.ook at the wasted seeds that Autumn scatters, The myriad germs that Nature shapes and shatters." I have already spoken of the dissemination of seeds and the means by which it is effected. We will...

...Wliy should her fleeting day-dreams fade unspoken, Like daffodils that die with sheaths unbroken ? Had the world nothing she might live to care for, No second self to say her evening prayer for ? Houna. THE room into which the little girl was admitted was so dim that at first she could distinguish...

...conditions, or as food for animals and man. We are thus reminded of the suggestive lines of Holmes : "Look at the wasted seeds that Autumn scatters, The myriad germs that Nature shapes and shatters." I have already spoken of the dissemination of seeds and the means by which it is effected. We will...

...and Thou hy mortal sorrows riven, Save me ! 0, save me ! Shall I die forgiven ? And then Ah, God ! But nay, it little matters : Look at the wasted seeds...shatters ! If she had Well ! She longed, and knew not wherefort Had the world nothing she might live to care for ? No second self to say her evening prayer...

...and Thou by mortal sorrows riven, Save me ! O, save me ! Shall I die forgiven ? And then Ah, God ! But nay, it little matters: Look at the wasted seeds...that Nature shapes and shatters ! If she had Well I She longed, and knew not wherefore. Had the world nothing she might live to care for t No second...

...door mats, in chinks of pavement ; in short, everywhere that the thin scale can insinuate itself. " Look at the wasted seeds that autumn scatters ; The myriad germs that nature shapes and shatters. " How many of the little creatures are produced that one may survive! What determines the selection...

...and Thou by mortal sorrows riven, Save me I oh, save me ! Shall I die forgiven ? And then - Ah, God ! But nay, it little matters : Look at the wasted seeds...shatters ! If she had - Well ! She longed, and knew not whcrefon, Had the world nothing she might live to care for? No second self to say her evening prayer...