Learned? Well, rather. See them for yourself HANDSOME? I hardly know. Her profile 's Mill, Spencer, Darwin, on her favorite Do not waste your pity, friend, With a leaden heart locked in Of my heart come free as air, It is useless. If you please, Give your thanks that to a woman Tears are given, and be at ease. PAST THERE, as she sewed, came floating through her head Odd bits of poems, learned in other days And looking up, she saw upon the shelf Had loved them once and found in them all good As well as beauty, filling every need; A MOOD THE wind exultant swept Its freedom was mine as well. Of the great armies of the Past go by ; Across the wide sea wash of years between, Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, |