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THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS. 9
And the moon and the stars that looked over
THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS.
"Love your neighbor as yourself ”—
With but little labor;
For with all my heart and soul
Mighty little credit, that,
Not to love her, though, might be
Why, the rosy light that peeps
E'en the sunbeams love her.
So, to make my merit more,
Love my neighbor as myself?
Of the spring that passes Through the fragrant, budding woods, O'er the meadow-grasses.
And I've preached the word, I know,
To convert the stubborn heart
Once again success has crowned
For her sweet eyes own that she
GEORGE A. BAKER, JR.
The violets that you gave are dead, They could not bear the loss of you; The spirit of the rose has fled,
It loved you, and its love was true.
Only the ashes bide with me,
The ashes of the ruined flowers
Types of a rapture not to be,
Sad relics of bewildering hours, Poor, frail, forlorn, and piteous shows Of errant passion's wasted woes.
He grandly loves who loves in vain!
These withered flowers that lesson teach. They suffered; they did not complain;
Their life was love too great for speech. In silent pride their fate they bore; They loved, they grieved, they died—no more.
Far off the purple banners flare,
Beneath the golden morning spread;
For since I saw that glorious face,
And heard the music of that voice, Much beauty's fallen to disgrace
That used to make my heart rejoice: And rose and violet ne'er can be
The same that once they were to me.
GETTING THE PONY SHOD, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.
I went to the smith's one sultry day
For shoes for my favorite pony,
And I stood in the door of the shop the while, And played with the watch-dog, Tony.
Then I watched the sparks from the flaming forge,
When down by the well, through the garden gate,
The bucket was heavy, the chain was long-
"Twas down in the well, and my arm was strong, So I offered, of course, to draw it.
She thanked me. We leaned on the cool, wet curb, The soft shadows over us gliding,
As she filled the pail, remarking, the while, ""Tis a very warm day for riding."
"Yes," I answered, and took from her small, brown hand
A bright dipper, brimming over,
GETTING THE PONY SHOD.
And thought, while I drained it in sight of her
"How happy must be her lover!"
I stepped slowly across the flagstones wet,
So I carried the pail to the kitchen door,
"You may ride mine," I said; and so the next day
I sent it by Cyrus, her brother;
But the pony had life, and, alone, wasn't safe, So I went, just to make up the other.
Well, Susan liked riding, and I liked it too;
Then to Susan I said, "Since we cannot ride
If you think you would like it as well, my dear,