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A BOOK OF VERSES.

Only a little book " of little rhymes, I Yet, when I read, there sudden seemed I to ring Soft to my eats the distant caroling £nd happy notes of silver-hearted chimes That pealed in some Arcadian morningtide, When like a road on ' roses came ■ the bride. I know one morning, when the world was young And Spring -was like a maiden garbed in green, Some Amaryllis turned to look and lean ' 'When melodies liko these her shepherd sung, So clear, so delicate, that scarce a. bird Could shrill an answer to the notes he heard. \ .• .1 think the great god Pan one day in ; mirth Piped him a song too fine and ezqui1 site For weight of years to crush and quiet it; Too sweet to vanish wholly from the earth ■ It loitered long in alien ways apart To spring fit last in this new singer's heart. ifc-Theoddsia Garrison, in August Smart

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Evening Post, Volume LXIV, Issue LXIV, 13 September 1902, Page 3 (Supplement)

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A BOOK OF VERSES. Evening Post, Volume LXIV, Issue LXIV, 13 September 1902, Page 3 (Supplement)

A BOOK OF VERSES. Evening Post, Volume LXIV, Issue LXIV, 13 September 1902, Page 3 (Supplement)