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VARIOUS VERSE

JfY 'GARDEN. There is a garden in my soul, s A garden v^here I may not go, i all' the, day 'the sun shines fair, And only s«fte*st zephyrs blow. , The windjng pathways crces the turf ' ,'Thro' sunshine 'to the restful shade, Under the low-arched chestnut trees And elms, that throng the quiet glade. Sometimes the .gayest songbirds sing, And roses ewnt the balmy *ir, And 1 would give my hope of heaven To enter, anaito linger there. ,Out in the noisj street I fare, With all its dust and ihideous ories, •Lonely, and slaving at my task As long as daylight fills the skies. But sometimes for. an hour i steal, ' And by the ga|ej beneath, the stars, I lean and long, land look within, And cool any forehead on the bars. — Sheila M. MacDougall, in Harper's ■Magazine. ■ , WANDERER'S SONG. There will be, .when' I come home,. • through the Hill-gap in. the ■west, IThe friendly smile' of- the sun oa the fields that 1 -love best; The red-topped plover here, and 1 th» ■white- whoried daisy there, s 'And the bloom of the wilding 'briar that attars the 'upland air; {There -will bo ' bitd-mirth sweet — (mellower none may know !)— The flute of the' %vild wood-thrush, the call of the vireo; j Pleasant gossip of the leaves, and from tb.9 dawn to the gloam Ithe lyric laughter of brooks there will , be when I com© home. ■ *, Tltere will be, wheii I come home, it!he . • ''kindliness of tKe carth — Ah, how I love it all, bounteous breadth •and girth! The very sod will cay— tendril, fibre, and rtfot— " Hew is our foster-child, he of the .wandering foot-. Welcome! Welcome!" And lo! I shall • pauie at a gate ajai That the leaning lilacs shade, where the ' honejjsuckles aTe ; , I shall see 1 the open door — 0, farer over the foim, Tho ease of- this hunger of, heart there will be .-rhen I come home ! —Clinton fiiollard, in the New York \ Outlook. LOVE'S SEASONS. springtide and. swelling of blossomsthroe of new birth; Clustering hawthorn and hedgerow, flushed w#h the dawn's surprise; (Sunshine that quiveis and pales, caressing the brown old earthChild, in the shyness of Springtide, I am drawn to -the stars of your eyes. Bujnmer and fragrance of lilies, Languorqus, deep ; Bustle of yellowing leaiage, parched and sere with the 'drought ; Hum of" the feverish air, lulled in a tropical sleep — Sweet, in the passion of Summer, I am drawn to the rose of your mouth ! &atumn and glowing of saffron, and storm-driven wind ; Buddy ripe fruits and red cretpers, trodden and rain-beswept "nt>w ; Turbulent wreathing of clouds, swayed by a force that is blind — Dear, in the masterful Autumn, I am drawn to the spell of you? brow. Wuvlir and opal of star-land, breadth of clear sky; Hush of mysterious moonlight, infinite " rest; Throb of a quickening pulse, sound oifa tremulous sigh — Love, in the triumph of Winter, I am • drawn to the home of your breast ! -••May Bateman, in the Westminster Gazette.

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Evening Post, Volume LXX, Issue 61, 9 September 1905, Page 11

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VARIOUS VERSE Evening Post, Volume LXX, Issue 61, 9 September 1905, Page 11

VARIOUS VERSE Evening Post, Volume LXX, Issue 61, 9 September 1905, Page 11