TION--TITLE 151

WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TITLE 154

WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TAILPIECE 156

THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TITLE 157

THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TAILPIECE 158

O RARELY SOFT, THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS 159

A SONG OF LONG AGO 161

WHEN AGE COMES ON 165

FARMER WHIPPLE--BACHELOR--TITLE 167

RIDIN' HOME WITH MARY 171

FARMER WHIPPLE--BACHELOR--TAILPIECE 177

THE ROSE--TITLE 178

HAS SHE FORGOTTEN? 183

BLOOMS OF MAY--TITLE 185

O LAD AND LASS 186

O GLEAM AND GLOOM AND WOODLAND BLOOM 187

THE SERMON OF THE ROSE 191

[Illustration: (ILLUSTRATIONS--TAILPIECE)]

RILEY LOVE-LYRICS

[Illustration: (AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE)]

AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,
I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.

[Illustration: (AND I LIGHT MY PIPE IN SILENCE)]

The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise,
As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes,
And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke
Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke.

'Tis a fragrant retrospection--for the loving thoughts that start
Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart;
And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine--
When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine.

Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings,
The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings,
I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme
When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm
To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm--
For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wine
That makes me drink the deeper to that old sweetheart of mine.

[Illustration: (THE VOICES OF MY CHILDREN)]

[Illustration: (THE PINK SUNBONNET)]

A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace,
Floats out of my tobacco as the genii from the vase;
And I thrill beneath the glances of a pair