Days. AUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, DA Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day R. W. EMERSON. SONG. Song.' You know the old Hidalgo Who threw the Prima Donna A very ancient nobleman, And gentleman of Spain. They swear that I must wed him, In spite of yea or nay, Though uglier than the Scaramouch, But I will sooner die a maid For all the ancient noblemen R. H. STODDARD. 1 From "The Poems of R. H. Stoddard," copyright, 1880, by Charles Scribner's Sons. Aladdín. WHEN I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, Since then I have toiled day and night, J. R. LOWELL. THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH. The Flight of Youth." THERE There are balms for all our pain; We are stronger, and are better, Something beautiful is vanished, But it never comes again. R. H. STODDARD. From "The Poems of R. H. Stoddard," copyright, 1880, by Charles Scribner's Sons. THE Me playmate. HE pines were dark on Ramoth hill, The blossoms in the sweet May wind The blossoms drifted at our feet, For, more to me than birds or flowers, My playmate left her home, And took with her the laughing spring, The music and the bloom. She kissed the lips of kith and kin, She left us in the bloom of May: Their seasons with as sweet May morns, |