Next year-that's almost too hurried, For when once a girl is married, Sometime that is vague-long waiting Many a trouble brings; "Twixt delaying and debating Love might use its wings. Never-word of evil omen, And she sighed, heigh-ho "Tis the hardest lot for women Love through life to go. Next year-early in the May-time, Looked she sweetly toward that gay time Never-fair with bridal flowers Came that merry spring; Ere those bright and radiant hours This year, hearts are bound by sorrow; Next year some forget; Sometime comes that golden morrow; Never-earth say yet. ANONYMOUS LIGHT AND LOVE. 165 LIGHT. The night has a thousand eyes And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies The mind has a thousand eyes, Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON. LIGHT AND LOVE. If light should strike through every darkened place, How many a deed of darkness and of shame ANONYMOUS. LOVE AND PITY. Love came a beggar to her gate, His rounded form in rags was clad, She wept to see the beggar weep, She bade him on her bosom sleep, His wretched plight allayed her fears, She kissed and bathed him with her tears. The merry eyes began to glow, Love came a beggar to her gate, ANONYMOUS. LOVE'S LOGIC. 167 LOVE'S LOGIC. I. Her Respectable Papa. "My dear, be sensible! Upon my word II. Her Mother's. "You silly child, he is well made and tall; But looks are far from being all in all. His social standing's very low, his family's low. He's not worth loving."-"And I love him so." III. Her Eternal Friend's. "Is that he picking up the fallen fan? IV. Her Brother's. "By Jove! were I a girl-through horrid hap― I wouldn't have a milk-and-water chap. The man has not a single spark of 'go,' He's not worth loving."—"Yet I love him so." V. Her Own. "And were he everything to which I've listened; "YES." They stood above the world, And she drooped her happy eyes, Of her happy heart. And the moonlight fell above her, Her secret to discover; And the moonbeams kissed her hair, As though no human lover Had laid his kisses there. “Look up, brown eyes," he said, "And answer mine; Lift up those silken fringes That hide a happy light Almost divine;" The jealous moonlight drifted Where shone the opal ring Where the colors danced and shifted On the pretty, changeful thing. |