She dreaded that eclipse which might Sad memories of a leatless world, She'd rather that the verdure left . Within her heart, as summer leaves She had her wish; for when the sun A world of May-time flowers, GEORGE Washington DewEY O weary heart, that throbbest so, I would thou hadst thy wish to-day, O grave I would thy gates were wide. EDWARD YOUNG THE VOICE OF THE GRASS HERE I come creeping, creeping everywhere; By the dusty roadside, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhero. Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet, Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; You cannot see me coming, And the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping every where; More welcome than the flowers And the merry bird not sad, To see me creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere: When you 're numbered with the dead And deck your silent home- Here I come creeping, creeping every where; My humble song of praise To Him at whose cominand Creeping, silently creeping everywhere. THE vicomte is wearing a brow of gloom But the patron mutters, A Dieu ne plaise! But he calls to the garçon, "Antoine ! Place a stool for the lady's feet." "The lady, monsieur ?" (in a wavering tone). "Yes-when have you known me to breakfast alone? Fill up her glass! Versez! Versez ! "Mini is dead of a broken heart. A woman's heart such a fragile toy? Ma foi! Chez Brébant ces choses sont rares !” FRANCIS ALEXANDER DURIVAGE 1 Bee BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 790. |