8^9) 8^ rAa^ / ^ fe) / / iJrom oKeart to oKeart. ^\^^ <(% Copyright 1887, by H. GUGGENHEIMER. NEW YORK : Love, now a universal birth From heart to heart is beating-, From earth to man, from man to earth It is the hour of feehng, One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason, Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Wordsivor/Ji. Oh ! Love is of being the glory and grace, The power, the impulse, the voice and the breath, It can rest in the light of a dearly loved face, Yet is stronger than edict and ruler o'er death. If planets and systems between us should roll, And our paths by the spaces be sundered apart, I should know when a shadow swept over your soul. And be swayed by the innermost pulse of the heart. /. G. Clark. |o m^ faler2hir26. Ah ! Wisdom may speak from his bright open page, And look on young beauty with visage so sage, But when Youth's merry bells in the distance are heard, Believe, for I'll swear it, she'll not hear a word ! Wisdom speaks like a judge, and his speeches are sound. His words are well chosen his periods round, But when Folly in rhyme, tells a maiden she's fair. Old Wisdom may grumble his songs to the air. Eliza G. Lcivis. Spring time came to me With thee, with thee ; Oh ! then how lovint^ly Came it to me. Less in the sunny skies Than in thy eyes ; Less in the flowering earth Spring beauty Hes. Spring music 's not the brook jMurmuring along ; But thy sweet heart of love, Breathing its song. Ever, beloved, then Keep me with thee ; So shall it ever be Spring time with me. E. D. C. pljilojopl]^ of ttie ftar^. The Heavens are calm and the night serene, Look out, fair one, one a beauteous scene, And mark how the moon with those stars so fair Still wend their way through those fields of air. O think of them, dear, as a glorious boon, As a type of that spirit given, And gaze on that star and silver moon As an emblem of Hope and Heaven. hr" Ah, the meeting time ; O Love, how sweet The spring-time scented air, When joy-bells ring a merry chime And tinkle everywhere, When bird-wings bear o'er Southern slope The scent of musk and heliotrope. And bird-songs, sweeter and sweeter grow.ing, First woo the roses into bloming. feoV^ liatli ^on. IMy kindling brow, my blushing cheek JNIy throbbing heart, betray That o'er my bosom love hath won A wild, unbounded sway. Return, then my beloved. Whilst life throbs in each vein, For death in life I suffer, till Thou comest to me again. Easa G. Lewis. LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS 870 5 %