ied snow,--
And incense that the gods I know
Had smiled with joy to greet.

* * * * *

And Nature now begins again
Her courtship with the flowers;
She chants in groves her minstrel strain,
She smiles, and frowns, and weeps in rain
Of gentle April showers.

And while she tries with song of thrush
Once more those hearts to move,
I've seen her oft relentless crush,--
My bud still blooms forever fresh--
It is the _Rose_ of _Love_!

MY JEWELS

His little Blue Dress is hidden away
From the eyes of the vulgar world,--
And the dear little Shoes,--more precious are they
Than silver or gold empearled--
Jewels that lure like the stars above,
Hidden from all but the eyes of love.

I watched him oft with a mother's heart
As he played with his dear little toys;
But now he is gone, and I sit apart
And muse of those vanished joys;--
Dream of his eyes and his beautiful hair,
And thrill with the love of a sweet despair.

The gaze of the vulgar world today
Would only my jewels abuse;
And this is the reason I hid them away,--
The little Blue Dress and the Shoes:
And I pray that in death my eyes may caress
The dear little Shoes and the little Blue Dress.

A RECOLLECTION

Clouds of sorrow cannot hide
Gleams of sunshine gilding hours
Of happy memory, sweet as flowers
Ever blooming by the wayside,
Thronged with thorn and thistle.
Reapers binding sheaves of plenty,
Think the golden dreams of twenty
Thrill them deepest; and the whistle
Of some lone love-dreaming bird
In the meadow, wakes to memory
Notes now hushed, but sweeter than the
Ear of mortal ever heard.

'Neath the cliffs near by the river
Long cymes of honey-suckle grew,
Odorous in the air; and the violet, too,
Entangling with the phlox, and ever
Entessellated beds of petal'd mosaic
Stretching out before us, rich
As the drapery of a dream in which
The toil of life was not prosaic.
Neither can the hungry ear
Enfashion music softer, sweeter,
Drawn from lyre, than the meter--
Rippling cascade trickling near.

THE MOONSHINERS

Where the trailing arbutus filled the cove
With a perfume as sweet as the breath of love,