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CAPTIVE MEMORIES. / 'Ir' } n \^0 1 v *• s. * -! V'\ Cofrrigbl. ,Sg6, fy Jjm.t T Uhlr & Cft yuLi^- & - ^-ib DEDICATION, " Juk// Iitart rc('('/■ ^^ '/'(>-,/.rv /s ///>■//,■,-rfi/iite to The place winch shall make fragrant all its lea^'cs. ^- t 7 J' I ' I'lK V /icar/ /las //s aiiiiiiio'sarv d.iys. It kri'ps so»if ('f thrill ill the coiiipany i>f its fr/ciitls, l>iit many of t/iriii it /crrps ill its sriirt c/iaiiilifr alone, — saTC pei'liaps jcr the compan- ion sli ip of tears. Hut tears are the handmaii/ens of Joy as ivell as if Sorro7v, and are often deii,^/itfiutus D ELIGHT — Hepatica. NoEl- — Leafless Branch. DEVoi'roN — Clematis. S E K I'', NAD E Locust. C()Mi"ANi()Nsiiii' — Ceanothus. Congeniality — Artentesia. H OMACE — Netnophila. Bestow A I. — Straivlwrry. Entkeaty — Sivcct Pea. Greeting — Maple Leaf. Refusal — Snoiv Plant. D v.] ECI'I ' ) N — Cycla men . Solicitude — Mariposa Lily- Benediction — Rliododeudron. Endearment — Hellehore. Abnegation- - Veronica. Y\A\K\'\V\c>'^ — Red Roses. Pleading -California Rose. Pro IKSTATION - Fritillaria. Co.NKKSSlON - '/'ro//ius. Ai E IRO r H AL — Gr<>p,- 1 'ilte. CON0.KAril_VnON— /*<>//ti. Reirosveo noN —Apple Blossom. ^ TwiuGH r -D.ttitnt. Lui.i_\BV — Ctli/ornio Bof/'y. \ Trust -Jty. L'Buvoi. FLOWERS FROM THK SIERRAS. Xe\v Year -^iixZ/rn^v. Sr. Valentine's Day— /)/ii«M*/,f. Easter -Btistt-r Lily. May D\\-Byroh. Birth day — Mnns,nii/.i. C R YSTAL Wedding - iliM/i.nr Silver Wedding - Citnlinal Blorvrr Golden Wedding— /!'*//{• Tk<^ii. T HANK S G I V I N G — Ed, hffiss. Christmas— CArys.r.ssuu>n/ ///a/ shall l,il;- f //,-<• in '!\> Ar,a,ly. l.0\' F., — Lovr that -a'orhrth c/iarity; 'I'liat h<'l,/rth all iiiankiiul as Iciii; That I'carrth iiiniiaii sympathy. I.oi't- is thr only tloo)' thrrriii; .liid IaK'--, the " (>pi->i sc'samr," ll'hcrdy thou may'st an entrance luz'tt To .Ircai/y. ADMIRATION. " Stvcetest eyes were ever seen,' is the refrain of a sonnet by Camoens to his siveetheart. RdUNUEL. WEETEST eyes were ever seen." Could the Poet e'er devise Daintier praise than gave Catrine Sweetest eyes ? And which are the sweetest eyes? Soft and melting, lustrous, keen, Merry, — or demure and wise? Eyes that shine with light serene, X Mirrored from Love's happy skies — .? Like thine own, dear — are, I ween, Sweetest eyes. ENCHANTMENT, E touch of her dear hand, So sweet and tender. Ah ! how can I withstand The touch of her dear hand ? Nor can I understand What charm doth render The touch of her dear hand So sweet and tender. N r >~ »-:..;./• ENTANGLEMENT. After Hivrick. BEE-KISSED Columbine, Tell this sweet friend of mine That she, Like thee, Hath ruby lip Where I would sip, Like v/anton bee. And too, like thee. She bends her lily head. And smiles, but ties My heart with subtle thread. Drawn from her eyes. She prisons me, But then, ah me ! Her durance takes from me All wish for liberty. Her sweet bond blesses me. Her smile caresses me. And in her gentle heart I lie At rest. Caressed By Love's delicious lullaby. X ■"-K rs^- ASPl RATION. ^1 7 0ULD I were a violet " ' To lie on her breast, Could I keep inviolate, If I were a violet, The secret that triolet But partly confessed ? Would I were a violet To lie on her breast. RHMINISCENCE. ' '" A HOVE the roar of the crowded street. ^*- Above the tramp of hiirryiiii;- feet. 1 heard a flower-seller cry. "Arbutus Hlossonis. Who will buy ?" Arbutus Blossoms. They were the flowers That grew in boyhood's happy hours, — The flowers we sought for the May-day Fair — And kept the best for our sweetheart's hair. How litlle tlie llower-seller knew What wealth of fragrance in them grew! To him they were simply Arbutus Mowers; To me. the memories of golden hours. And so 1 si-nd ihem to you, to wear Again, in tlu' oid-linn' wa\'. in \our hair ; 'Tis the old-time gift, with the old-time greeting, My heart has ever been repeating. X IMPLY a touch of the hand, One little word; Sunshine spread over the land; Then sang a bird. Sunshine may give place to rain, Hope be deferred; But through the heart's loss and pain. Still sings the bird. T NOEL. y-/ Chime, HE Christ )iias bells in sivcet c/iitiirs si ill J\i>tj:^, " I'cacc 0)1 earth, to mm jrood7uill." May His peace rest on thee, and keep Vor thee that happy, blissful sleep He giveth His beloved; and bless Thee with abiding happiness. The Christinas hells ring srueet and clear The loving thong /its of all the year. Dear friend, at " Mcrrie Christmas" time, This wish for thee comes with the chime Of Christmas bells, which bring to me Such sweet remembrances of thee. Ring out, ring out, O happy bells, 'The circling love Christ's birth foretells / And waft to her the chimes that well From every belfry tower, and tell Her how my heart with love now swells, To hear again these Christmas bells. Ring out, siueet bells, the J'eace that d^uells .■Ibove, and Uroe in us compels! Tell her my thoughts can ne'er abide Apart from her at Christmas tide; l^ut, like the Love the season tells, Enfold her heart, sweet Christmas bells! ■•s DEVOTION T N days gone by these wild flowers fair Were made sweet messengers to bear My homage and fond thouglits to you— If peradventure they might woo Your maiden fancy unaware. To me these sweet-breathed blossoms bear Reminders still of that fond care For you, which in my bosom grew In days gone by. Your gentle look they seem to wear. And in their beauty I compare The old-time charm they bring anew, I wonder if they bring to you The message they were wont to bear In days gone by? ^x ""'V f ■--r -■■■■■■ SERENADE. TN the soft, still night, *■ Ere sweet sleep has sealed the eyes. When fond thoughts sing light Their delicious lullabies, I would tune Love's song Thy reluctant heart to win, To the soft, caressing music Of the Spanish mandolin. Safe in Love's arms lie, By his happy songs caressed; For the stars and I Ever sentinel thy rest. May through all thy dreams Run a melody, akin To the soft, caressing music Of my Spanish mandolin ! V COMPANIONSHIP. The Carnival is past. The grand procession of illustrious knights And stalely dames, and all tiiat dazzling throng, In mimic dress and motley garb, are gone. But in my heart a silent, yet more gay Procession still keeps trooping by — of sweet And happy mem'ries— lighted by the glow. And gracious charm of your entrancing smile, And keeping step to the soft melody Of your remembered words. These memories. Dear heart, are thoughts of you, which fill my soul With an intenser joy than all that rare And brilliant scene, and make my daily life One Carnival. T^v*)^; CONGENIALITY. \ X 7HEN hearts so near each otlier sail * ' Each sees the other's signal light, Must they miss one another's hail, Like ships that pass i'the niglit? i ■y^^ Tf^^* HOMAGE. O WEET friend to you this valentine ^^ I send, — your thoughts to woo, While it in gentle phrase bears mine, Sweet friend, to you. 'Tis but an unpretending line To mark the day, and pay anew My homage at Love's happy shrine. But why to-day send word or sign, When every day and moment too. My heart sends loving valentine. Sweet friend, to you. BESTOWAL. Rondeau. O UCH as I have give I to thee; ^ No stately epic tit to be Sung for the world's approving ear; No lullaby, to charm a tear From wistful eyes that watch for me. Simply a thought — but sent to thee In daily benedicite — That old-time thought —the best of, dear, Such as I have. But couldst thou know how tenderly This constant thought enfoldeth thee. The lengthening years would bring no iear. However far, I would seem near. And might, perchance, bring thoughts to thee Such as I have. X ••*• .. :r /3Mf.'!fi^-/^'i A BIDE witli nic, O gentle guest. ■'*■ Thy presence brings to me sweet rest; Tliy hands bring s(jothing to my brow; Thy words such sympathy avow, Thy going leaves me all unblest. Still fairer shall thy bower be dressed; Anticipated each request; One song thy life shall be, if thou Abide with me. I would not longer have \.\\&& guest ; I cannot hold thee uncaressed So near my heart: Sweet love be thou My bride; Love's tend'rest name allow. And ever in his happy nest Abide with me. iit >)c^..^' ~2^ ^^ ^i fs:/'-' "^ -^ ,%>' i^y^^ C^lr-if 'A^ /'~\ LITTLE birds who sing so much, ^-^ Teach me the secret of your art, That my poor songs, like yours, may touch Her heart I Come from your flowery retreat. And in your song my message bear To her, who is so gentle, sweet And fair! With sweetest songs, and pinions fleet. Fly to her window far away, And her reluctant ear entreat. And say ; — ' We bear Love's greetings on our wings — Fond wishes, that this day renew The happy flowers Memory brings To you: That their sweet fragrance e'er may bless Your heart; charm all your tears away. And bring you perfect happiness For aye! " v X .^ ^ H*^ REFUSAL "T^WAS saifl so tenderly, *■ " No, dear, it cannot be;" Her gentle sympathy Half the hurt mending. Still 'tis a grievous blow ; And it is hard to know, After my caring so. This is the ending. Ah, well ! another flower — Child of both sun and shower, Earth's fairest, sweetest dower — Mown by the reaper. Yet in my memory pent, Stays that sweet flower's scent. And all my prayers are blent With one, " God keep her." X DEJECTION KoUNDELo T/f/' H EN laiie is done, is Nature's sigh. Tlie Poet saith, " With dying sun The world's light dies." Hut all tilings die When love is done: — Ambition's skies turn dark and dim; The birds of trustfulness ily by; Hope's blossoms wither one by one. What does the world's praise signify? Or, if its prizes may be won ? For me — I only wish to die When love is done. jU:;^..,^^ %. \'^l SOLICITUDE. Roundel. T IKE one of these, Art hath not made •*— ' Apparel that our eyes can please ; Even Solomon was not arrayed Like one of these. Consider how thev grow in ease And gladness, dancing in the glade Like butterflies u[)on the breeze. Then be not thou with burdens weighed ; If He a flower's need o'ersees. Thou, too, shalt on His care be laid Like one of these. /■"??! X "*-1 '< . ^\ .)£/ F words of cheer I have not said, Think not, my dear. Affection's dead; For every day my thoughts send thee The poet's " Benedicite:" — With love that flows From Heaven above, And peace bestows. With such a love As thou mayst hear, and I may say, I greet thee, dearest, far away. X ENDEARMENT. r^ROM your cheek a kiss I have dared to take, -*• Now give me one for its own sweet sake. There is naught for which I so much care, As one Httle kiss in which you share. And, given and taken in mutual desire, It awakens in each that ineffable lyre That sings— and sings on, in such exquisite strain That the world is forgot with its sorrow and pain. It lightens one's toil, it brightens one's eyes, And opens the gates of Paradise. X ABNEGATION. RCNDEAU. FOR your dear sake my love would fain Forever have your heart remain As light and innocent and pure As when we met, and kept secure From every thought of wrong and stain. Though passion may my heart enchain, I will these errant thoughts restrain — Will every wayward wish abjure, For your dear sake. And, though the road lead through the rain Of tears, in striving to attain The goal above temptation's lure, My love this trial will endure— Will welcome every loss and pain. For your dear sake. I I.I 1/ lA I ION. |\|0 iiiiirvcl llu; S|);iriisli slnm^cr, * JMishivcd l)y your (iiK^ciily air, Sent daily his votive roses To ^race your room anri hair. I, loo, coiifc^ss to this boiula^e; Aik! tlie charm of that fraj^raiit delight, I woiilfl bring again in my roses 'I'o your waiting heart to-night. What witclicry is in rose .scent ! What rajAurous delight is f)urs, When the incense of Love's dev(jtion First replaces the scent of the flowers! Ah well! that rare enchantment For us both, perhaps, is dead; But 1 would that the Senor's roses Were somehow mine instead. And so J send you these flowers To re waken that exquisite glow, When the roses of the Sefior Breathed tlieir homat;;e long ago. And I dare to wish, as I leave them In the old time way at your shrine. That the charm of the Senor's roses Might be transferred to mine. X .-•r ■"•» 1 •V PF^OTI-ST ATir)N yi)t lilvl, II itunil l«riih-,l I noil I In- iiiilials iij ///(■ (/iiii/(i/iiiii. NoNDl'AU T LOVI'", yoii, flc;ir," forever he 'I'lie iiiessji^e of your heart, to tiie. Sweet li(!;irt, I hav(; no words to tell Tlic hlissfiil tliouj^hts that in ine w( Wh(;nc'cr I read your mystery. I'"roni ine you've learned Love's h(;ral(h'y, l'"or my enraptured face nnist he Kmhla/oned with his crest, so well I love you, dcsir. O lovinj,^ heart, thoiij^ii it may he That in tiiis life can never we Join hands, in Heaven sliail no farewell Love's f)erfcc;tefl delij^hts dispel; l'"or time anf! for (;l(;rnity I l^ MARRIAGE. T WILL tJiy lot and portion share ; Will love and honor thee, a}id fill The nieasiire of thy need, luhate'er I will. This tender flower cherish, till In Heaven it blooms more bright and. fair — For love in Heaven will blossom still. And Love's fair flower hath made thee . , licir .>S» To a new life beyond death's chill ;il J.f fl Eternity hath heard this dear, ■\\ "I will." "V -:^' "x €^' ' ' «, J ^m^^^''^^'^^ ' E PITH ALAMI UM. OW in very truth thou art, Sweetheart, mine; Mine to hold close to my heart; Mine to have, and ever prove, Arcady is in my love. Sweetheart mine. But before the nuptial dooi. Sweetheart mine, Closes on the nevermore. That first troth I would approve, — Arcady is in thy love, Sweetheart mine. Folded in caressing arms, Sweetheart mine, /y Crowned with Love's supremest charms, Thy content and rapture prove, Arcady is mutual love. Sweetheart mine. V HONHYMOON RONIJKAU F^EAR heart, to you these songs T bring •■-^ Affection's simple offering, And lay them at your feet anew — The echoes of sweet thoughts of you My heart is ever cherisliing. To you such happy memories cling. My thoughts, on eager, rapturous wing. Take flight in song the whole day through;^'' ' ■ The songs are happy songs I sing, Dear heart, to you. These songs, may they a fragrance fling About your life! May flowers of spring On every hand your path bestrew! They will my happiness renew. If rest and peace and joy they bring, Dear heart, to you. X X ^ ^■'HV. ^ T ■.^'-. E pitifu With thy keen sorrow, Inexorable And dread To-morrow! .j^ Take her in gentle arms each day; Soothe her with thoughts of Yesterday! Hath Yesterday Lost all its charms To soothe To-day In her white arms? The sun can never set to-day, Behind the hills of Yesterday Fear not, dear friend; Close to my heart Until the end Thou ever art: Too close to leave thee room to borrow Such sad forebodings of the morrow. While no farewell Spoken to-day Can e'er dispel Our yesterday, On bended knees with you 1 pray, " Come back, come back, sweet Yesterday." In spite of me To-morrow will For sometime be To-morrow still; But each to-morrow nearer brings The end of all these wanderings. Therefore, dear heart, Trust hopefully; Time cannot part My thought and thee; No distance, scene, nor age can stay The love that overflows to-day. And, dear, in Heaven To-morrows stay Away; not even A Yesterday Can ever come with shadowed brow To darken that eternal Now. ■■x li% HI 'iff^Tjm^^--^::,^^^ REMEMBRANCE. KONDELET. T^HESE flowers of June •^ The gates of memory unbar; These flowers of June Such old-time harmonies retune, I fain would keep the gates ajar, — So full of sweet enchantment are These flowers of June. PATERNITY. The lotus, that Egyptian )nvstery. Whose Jiowers have a soul in every leaf. Moore. A CLOUD came darkening up the West, •**■ And as its awesome pall drew near, It hushed the home with vague unrest, And filled my heart with nameless fear. I heard a rustle as of wings, — And turning, saw Death's angel fill The room. Then froze life's very springs Within me, and my heart stood still. The dreadful presence, in the gloom, Bent o'er my love, — smiled,— and went by; When from the stillness of the room There faintly came — a little cry. And lo! from heaven an angel throng, As on that old-time Christmas morn. Took up anew their happy song, " For unto you a child is born " CHRISTENING. SUFFER the children to Come unto nie ! " In this, the Master's, word Must my trust be. How can I make my life Spotless and sweet. That I lead not astray These little feet! How can 1, so defiled, ) Bound in Sin's bands, Ever be fit to hold These little hands! KZ^- If but my soul were pure, — Strong to withstand, I might the children lead To Thy right hand; But I am weak, and so My prayer must be, "Suffer the children to Come unto Thee! " A K \ ANNIVERSARY T^HE bells were told to ring in glee The day when first thou cam'st t Our home's delight; and in my heart By Love's supreme, mysterious art, These bells have rung unceasingly. And on this day there comes to me Anew the tender memory Of that sweet joy, which but in part The bells were told. Dear child, in whose sweet eyes I see The Heaven that waits above for me, How far from me would Heaven depart; How comfortless would be my heart. If through some darkened day for thee The bells were tolled I M ^ V '- ^/ // COUNSEL. ^ Thirteenth Bif-thday, Roundel. "\1 7HILE in your teens you must reflect What part you'll play before Life's scenes: And childhood's faults you must correct, While in your teens. Great things of you we all expect, In following where your talent leans; But this you only can direct. And you must try and not neglect Whate'er is given of helps and means: Mostly are you Life's architect, While in your teens. v K,: "^ d \ ^^y ^^J6- ^^iy^w^- RETROSPECTION. RONDHAU. EN Love and I went maying, all ablaze With beauty were the woods, and blossoming sprays Dropped showers of petaled sweetness on the air. I never knew the world could be so fair, the May could pipe such tuneful lays. "'^^^J^i And heart and soul were lost in such a maze "^^f^ Of happiness, that evening's purple haze Stole down on that sweet day, all unaware, When Love and I went maying. I said to Love, " Let us not part; our ways Are one." Love looked at me with wistful gaze. And answered, " Where thou farest I will fare." And Love has kept through life that promised care: — But memory treasures still those perfumed days, When Love and I went maying. i^i r » Rondeau, I F hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain, And somewhere, far above the plane Of earthly thought, beyond the sea That bounds this life, they will meet thee, And hold thee face to face again. And when is done Life's restless reign. If I hereafter but regain Heart's love, why should I troubled be. If hearts are dust. By Love's indissoluble chain, I know the grave does not detain Heart's love. The very faith in me Is pledge of an eternity. Where I shall find heart's love again, If hearts are dust. L 'E iN V O I. ''/ "HA T I viigJit share witli iltec, dear friend, the sweet Enjoyment Memory brings, I've song Jit to lay On these fair pages little bits of tint And color — liere and there a study, ivorked, Sometimes in stniles, sometitnes in tears — if they. Perchance, might hold thy wandering thoughts awhile, And lead thee back to Arcady — and me. *M wS>te>^ TUB on every hd oht ther ., lies rep'"'- Goethe. X PRELUDE. T^EAR p-ioid, tlioiigJi svt'ii by other eyes, "^"^"^ Yoiij- /iea?-i must read t/iroug/i all disguise What tender meaning underlies This Festal Greeting. For you these Jiumhle flo7vers groiv; To you their sweet-breathed greetings go — The message you already knoiv Onee more repeating. NEW YEAR. Rondeau. A NOTHER flower this day I bring— ■**■ Love's unassuming offering ; Perchance it may a fragrance leave, That will a pleasant memory weave, Thiough all the year now opening. This day to you fond wishes wing ; Dear heart, may their sweet blossoming In Life's fair garland interweave Another flower ! And may a quiet fragrance cling To every flower the kind fates fling About your path ; ne'er cause to grieve Ma} your contented heart receive. And each succeeding year still bring ^ Another flower ! M ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. Y Valentine is old and worn, Its freshness lost, its fragrance shorn; But still it holds some little part Of the warm love within my heart. What matters if its perfumed dress Has lost its pristine daintiness ; The words, though old, are ever new That bear the message, " I love you." EASTER. Rondeau " A RISE !" went forth a mighty Voice, "all ye ■'*■ That sleep." O earthborn Lily, who told thee To come forth with the living from the dead ? The white-robed Lily answered " The great Head And Heart of Nature, God Himself, called me. " He said, ' The Christ is risen I ' and tenderly My earthy cerements loosing. He bade me Too — following in the way where Christ hath led — Arise! " Trust thou this promised Immortality, O, troubled, doubting heart ! Fear not that He Who wakes the lowly lily from her bed. Whose own hands loose the graveclothes from her head. Will Easter Day forget to say to thee, "Arise!" MAY DAY. ^ ^ A S over the ledger's wearisome page ■^^ On this briglit May morn I pore, A faint but deHcious fragrance seems To steal in at the open door. This phantom fragrance dimly recalls Some pleasure that erstwhile I've known; I remember all its bewitching charm, But the time and the scene are flown. Perhaps 'tis a breeze from Arbutus flowers, That is wafted from far-away hills; Or, is it some dear remembrance of home The alembic of absence distills? Or, is it the glove that once lay on my arm. So happy, confiding and dear? perfumed my heart with its exquisite scent, nd I kissed it, it was so near. is it the rose on her bosom worn ? Ah me ! that fragrance divine me more from her womanly grace than the rose, s 1 pressed her sweet lips to mine. is fugitive breath that comes from the Past Eludes all attempts to recall; ess — perhaps — there it comes again; h ! now I remember it all. It is neither from hills, nor glove, nor rose; 'Tis a Maytime we both once knew — A memory, dear heart, of the exquisite charm Of Love's sweet Springtime — and you. ^:A Wit/i a Vohtiiie of Foetus. Rondeau. DETWEEN these leaves a fruitage grows ^-* Which with Love's happy sunshine glows; It cheers the heart, delights the eyes, And with a breath of Paradise, Scents every breeze that through them blows. Besides this harvest which bestows On all refreshment and repose, For you, another hidden lies Between these leaves : — Friendship, untouched by winter snows ; Ripened affection, that outgrows This earthly clime, and death defies ; And memories ; — these but comprise A tithe of what my thoughts enclose Between these leaves. CRYSTAL WEDDING. A I 7 HAT can I bring to-day to lend ' ^ The old-time lustre to your rin^ . That will these twenty years commend, What can I bring? Dear wife, I have no offering, Except these simple verses, penned. Perchance, for your mind's pleasuring; And my true, faithful love, to tend Your need, asj^e/ul- of your ring ; And more than this, my sweet life-friend, What can I bring ? SILVER WEDDING. Roundel. ITS silver lining proves there must, •*^ Behind the cloud, be sunlight shining ; So love still shines, though cares incrust Its silver lining. Have thou no fear of love's declining ! This quarter century of trust Our homely ways has been enshrining ; And all the while, from dross and rust, A purer love has been rehning, Till we can never more distrust Its silver lining:. / GOLDEN WEDDING. "T^HESE wedding bells for fifty years •*■ Have rung alternate joys and knells Till now our deepened love endears Tiiese wedding bells. These fifty years, dear wife, have brought Much more of happiness than tears. While love has many lessons taught These fifty years. Love taught us, dear, that hearts are worn By words and looks, as millstones wear ; That burdens shared are easiest borne. Love taught us, dear. As years go by, with ruddier glow Shall Love adorn our sunset sky ; And closer still our hearts shall grow, 1 r\ As years go by. V', THANKSGIVING. Rondeau. ■\ 1 HTHIN our hearts what happy mem'ries well ' ' To-day, and a new thankfulness compel ! The bygone years return with only their Remembered tenderness, and, unaware Of age and change, the old-time love retell. But while we feast, we cannot quite dispel Regret for lost ones whom we love so well. Yet why thus grieve? There is no vacant chair Within our hearts. Ah ! friends, does not this constant love foretell Of future greeting for each last farewell ? Even to-day we tread the Heavenly stair, And now their Immortality we share, If our beloved ones thus ever dwell Within our hearts. /'T Kn. "T^HE Christmas Bells from hill and tower To-night their benedictions shower; And on the waves of their sweet chimes, Fond thoughts of home and olden times Set sail through memory's Golden Gate: Deep laden with love's precious freight, They speed their homeward course to-night, Across the sea with Ariel flight. O you, who wait returning sails. Whose eyes hope long-deferred o'erveils With lowering clouds, take heart again! For lo! unseen through mist and rain Of tears, a thousand white-winged keels, Afloat on billowy Christmas peals. Seek haven in your hearts to-night, Home guided by love's beacon light. Dear friends, though sundered far and wide, Though varied quests our thoughts divide, May these rich argosies of love My tender, faithful memory prove; May they to-night new love awake, And in this festal season make Your hearts forget the old farewells. In greetings brought by Christmas Bells. EVENTIDE. Rondeau. ' A T eventide there shall be light." ■'^ Why should 1 ever fear the night.^ God's love and constant care attest, He will not suffer me, His guest. To thread the dark without a light. The light of life is Love ; and quite Content am 1, if but Love might Be near, when I lie down to rest. At eventide. And Love, if we but read aright, Is God, who is the Light of Light. What fear have I from Love's behest. When Love through life hath made me blest ? That Love, I trust will be my light. At eventide. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS