THE TI1KF.K A I.I.IRS.
Morn calleth to a lair boy striving
'HiJ golden meadows rich witb clow-r Jow ;
Sbe calls, bnt be b'JII tiiiuVs of nznybt nave
playing
And to she nnuif-n, antl nm bio an adieu.
While be, still Lnc t o"er bin flowery store,
irima nut that morn, awec-t morn, rotiirus
no more. - -
Iwoon eomrtli, bat tin 1-oy toroaaliood (rowing,
Hera's mt the time; he but out- fair form
ne sweet young fa-e, from bowers of jasnune
Anj ail bis biifcnful heart villi lore in hiu
So noon, unnoticed, wtka the western ehre.
And man forg te thut noon rcturna no more.
NijJ't tanjth lightly at a caneneut window,
gleaming
With the thin fireLfc-ht, (litkerin? faint and
low,
I'.y hi" h a gray haired man in sadly dreaming,
O'er plea urjn gone, an all life's pleasure go,
Night bid" him come to her, be 1 av hie door.
Kilfiit and luiie, and he returns no more.
Iteiuinlseenee-a; ot I.iuroln.
