Two Deuat" tear.
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a lover'wlispers,
•s;YC ' d the gate;
"T , so hard to leave you.
But we can not alter fate;
Think of me, ldve, for aye.
Good-by. sweetheart, good-by."
u Good-by, dear mother; hold me
Close to your loving heart.
Alh! how it hurts to say it,
To know tthat we must part;"
List, list the wild heart-cry,
: (ood-.by, mother, good-by."
The little wastes fingers
Rest calmly in our own,
Ai baby's bright young spirit,
-Wlithout a sgh-or moan,
Steers for its home on high.
Followed by our" good-by."
Bring hither spotless lilies,
a* Roses and milk-white phlox;
With loving fingers strew them
Inside the rosewood borx
" Good-by, alas, good-by."
Thus, at each cross and turn.
All through the ceaseless rush
Of restive, busy life,
From morning's earliest blush
To evening's latest sigh
.' Good-by, good-by, good-by."
Mariner on life's ocean,
S.Mourner beside the tomb.
Traveler along earth's highway,
These words thy path illume:
Beyond these changeful skies
There'll be no more good-byes.
TOO LATE.
The train departs at half-past eight;
The traveler runs apace,
He yet may reach the station gate-
It closes in his face!
He sees the train slide down the track,
He curses free his fate,
And mutters as he wanders back
" He's left who comes too late!"
At six the dinner's smoking hot;
The wine foams in the glass;
The soup is boiling from the pot,
Which deftest waiters pass.
The wine is fiat; the soup is cold;
The dinner comes at eaght
You ee the old, old story's told
" lie's left who coimes too late!"
A maiden holds a heart in thrall
He cherishes a.glove,
And sighs to gain her, that is all;
He does not tell his love.
