Gradually it ceases sounding— Whose those suppliant bands upborne? Whoso that face with peace abounding, Yet so wan, so sorrow-worn? Feebly seems the breath to flutter— Quavoringly the lips exclaim— “Adaura !” that is all they utter — Ho has answered to his name t * * * *

Poi.i'a'2 (lark torront onward rushing ! Kvor sweeps some track away, Ever some loved voice is hushing, In our ears but yesterday. 'Mid the dusk of life's Decembor, On its Spiing our sad thoughts fall, Till wo pine to not romoiribor, Tit) wo pray to not recall! Thon, like troubled childron yearning For somo cliaria their griefs to quell, I)o wo find our hearts returning To tho great Enchanter's spell — \ 'To tho solace of those pages T'tat no change can over'sear, Wbfcre ea,cb tender smile assuages, And there's balm in every tear. I WAS DEEAMIJsfG. Sajiuel Mintubn Pkck, in tho Atlanta Constitution. I was droaming—l was dreaming— I thought your heart was mine. Your loving glances met me With a tenderness divine. ~S4j heart was madly beating As our fingers locked in greeting ; How tlto raptures of that mooting Through ttn mists of Dreamland shine! I was dreaming— I was drcarsing— I thought your heart was uiino. I Trxz droaming—l wa3 dreaming— Your kead lay on my breast. Your quivering" arms stqlo round mo As your balmy J;"ps I rirest. No knight in old romances, Kichly docked with poot fancies, In tho days of plumos and .lanqe's, Kvcr yet was halt" so blessed. ,1 was dreaming — J. was droaming— Your boafl lay eu my breast. I was dreaming—l was d>carcing— O, have I dreamed in vain'r Did tho fleeting vision mock njs liiko a mirago of tho plain? My love—do not forsake it! My heart is yours to break it Or to swootor rapture wake it From its loneliness and pain. I was dreaming— I was dreaming— O, Jtay.p I droamed in vain ?

THE BYSTANDER.
