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^ILYBI^Y Q^HOWEr^S. 
 
SiiiYsr^Y SHOwsr^s. 
 
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 H. M. POOLE. 
 
 i*--*'-^ — 
 
 In silvay showers 
 
 The rosy hours 
 Speed onward, day by day. 
 
 Now dark, now light. 
 
 Day follows night. 
 So must it be alway. 
 
 HARD & PARSONS : 
 NEW YORK. 
 
 JU^f 0' 
 
Copyright 1886, 
 
 BY 
 
 Hard & Parsons. 
 
 
 TMP96-007&29 
 
WITH NATURE. 
 
 o am alone witl; Kature 
 
 dpon tl^is peaceful day; 
 ^l^e liftina l^ills above me 
 
 Witl^ golden rod are ^ay. 
 Qcross tl^e fields of etl^er 
 
 Klit butterflies at play, 
 Ond cones of garnet sumach) 
 
 triow down tbe country way. 
 
^be olLitumn dandelion 
 
 Deside ipe roadside burns ; 
 obove tl^e licl^ened bouiders 
 
 v^uiver tl^e plumed ferns ; 
 (^be creann-wbite silk of tl^e milk-weed 
 
 Hloats from Its sea-green pod ; 
 Prom out tbe mossy rock-seams 
 
 niasbes tbe golden rod. 
 
^be woodbine s scarfet banners 
 
 Flaunt from t^eir iov^ers of stone ; 
 ^l^e wan, wild naonninp-plory 
 
 Dies by tl^e road alone. 
 By tl^e b'lf-patb to tf)e sea-side, 
 
 Wove nnyriad azure bells, 
 0ver t^e arassy ramparts 
 
 lOend milky immortelles. 
 
(^>\)e linaenna daisies lean 
 
 olonn j\)e way-side bars; 
 ^be tanpled thicket's areen 
 
 t^lows mil) i\)e asters stars; 
 beside tl^e broof^ tl^e aentian 
 
 oioses its frinaed eyes, 
 Ond waits tf)e enticina alory 
 
 0f cbanpeful yellow skies. 
 
Qo ! oven tl^e sappbire ocean 
 
 ^rembies a bndae of flame, — 
 (^o trje burnina cove of tl;e sunset, 
 
 ^o tl^e city too fain to nonne, 
 ^ill ray of Its I'nnen alony 
 
 ^tneams to tl^is lowen sea, 
 Wncl we see wlti? l^uman vision 
 
 Wbot Heaven itself may be. 
 
 Mary C. Hudson. 
 
LIFE. 
 
 Liife, believe, is not a dream 
 
 '^^o darl^ as sa^es say, 
 ^1"! a little mornina rain 
 
 noreteils a pleasant day; 
 Sometimes tbere are clouds of oloom 
 
 but tbese are transient all, 
 -yf tl^e slower will maf^e tf)e roses bloom, 
 6b, wby lament its fall? 
 r\apidly, merrily, 
 kife s sunny bours flit by ; 
 t^ratefully, cbeerily, 
 Onjoy Jbem as tbey fly. 
 
 Charlotte Broxte. 
 
TR USTFULNESS, 
 
 an peace tl^e dayliabt closes, and tLe niabt 
 nalietl^ as dotl; a veil upon tl^e sea ; 
 
 Wlona its bosom comes witi? swift-winaed fii9bt 
 ^)9e aray mists, silently. 
 
 y tnustina i^eart, [)ow Kature speaks ! \)Q? power 
 Mow leisurely spe uses ! 90W intense 
 
 %)\)Q infinite peace of per most fruitful boun I 
 Mow soft \)Q? influence! 
 
^ime \)oi\) s\)e for \)er storms to sweep tl^e mam, 
 ^o rocb tf^e tree-tops witf) \)er winds of wrati; ; 
 
 (^o bnna fortp fragrance in tpe summer ram ; 
 ^nd time for snow sl^e \)Qi\) ! 
 
 Oease i\)en ! and in tbis dewy twilia^t, move 
 
 cJs one \Fj\)o asks not w^itber, cares not wl^v ; 
 
 Mh\s qift for ail ^olds still tl^e Eternal love, 
 ferod s endless by and by. 
 
THIS LIFE IS WHAT WE MAKE IT 
 
 Qet s oftener tall? of noble deeds, 
 
 Oind rarer of tl^e bad ones, 
 Ond sina about oun bcippy days, 
 
 Wnd not about our sad ones. 
 We were not made to fret and slg|?, 
 
 cind wl^en anef sleeps to wa!?e it; 
 Oncibt [)appiness Is standina by, — 
 
 ^)9is life IS wi^at we mabe it. 
 
^>\)en \)ere s to i\)ose wljose lovina (pearls 
 
 ^f^ed joy and \\^\)i about tf)em ! 
 (^panl^s be to t()em for countless aems 
 
 We ne en l^ad known wltf}out tf^em. 
 yf? ! tl^is should be a l;)appy world 
 
 ^o all W90 may partake It ; 
 ^l^e fault s our own if It is not, — 
 
 ^|?is life IS wl^at we make It. 
 
HOW WILL IT BE? 
 
 How will it be wben \\)e woods turn brown, 
 
 ^beir ^old and tbelr crimson all dropped down, 
 
 Qnd crumbled to dust? 0b tl^en, as we lay 
 
 0ur ear to earth's lips, we sball bear \)ev say. 
 
 "In tbe darl^ I am seeh^in^ new perns for my crown, 
 
 We will dream of (^veen leaves wben tbe 
 
 woods turn brown. 
 
 Lucy Larcom. 
 
SYMBOLS. 
 
 Would st t[)ou \)eov Kature s voice? De one witl^ f^er, 
 
 on simple purity, perennial youtf} ; 
 ner cbild in wonder, and r}er worsf)ipper 
 
 Sn spirit and m truto. 
 
 (^9en will tpe daisy, from its modest eye, 
 Qet out its secrets, and tl^e starry scroll 
 
 l\iver and ocean — alt of earti^ or sky — 
 ^Interpret to \\)y soul. ^ 
 
 Robert Leighton, 
 
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