AN OLD MAN'S IDYL. Y the waters of Life we sat together, BY Hand in hand, in the golden days Of the beautiful early summer weather, When hours were anthems and speech was praise : By the rivers of Life we walked together, The burdens of being on us weighed; And up from the rosy morrows grew A sound that seemed like a marriage-chime. In the gardens of Life we roamed together; In the meadows of Life we strayed together, AN OLD MAN'S IDYL. And under the benison of the Father Our hearts like the lambs skipped to and fro. Who was with us, and what was round us, O the riches Love doth inherit ! Ah the alchemy which doth change Dross of body and dregs of spirit Into sanctities rare and strange! My flesh is feeble, and dry, and old, My darling's beautiful hair is gray; But our elixir and precious gold Laugh at the footsteps of decay. Harms of the world have come upon us, And the sun is setting behind the hills; 85 But my darling does not fear to die, So we sit by our household fires together, The wind grows cold, it is growing late. Well, well, - we have garnered all our sheaves, - I and my darling, -- and we wait. Richard Realf. BETROTHED ANEW. THE sunlight fills the trembling air, The Earth again is young and fair, The golden nurslings of the May Mark how the rippled currents flow; BETROTHED ANEW. Who told us that the years had fled, We know the whisper was not truth. The birds that break from grass and grove When first our veins were rich with love, O fresh-lit dawn! immortal life! O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true, With whose delights our souls are rife, And aye their vernal vows renew! Then, darling, walk with me this morn; Of floral fays shall make you queen. What though there comes a time of pain When autumn winds forebode decay? The days of love are born again; That fabled time is far away! And never seemed the land so fair As now, nor birds such notes to sing, Edmund Clarence Stedman. 87 E THE LONG-AGO. YES which can but ill define Shapes that rise about and near, Through the far horizon's line Stretch a vision free and clear; Memories feeble to retrace Yesterday's immediate flow, Find a dear familiar face In each hour of Long-Ago. Follow yon majestic train Down the slopes of old renown; As the heart of childhood brings Youthful Hope's religious fire, When it burns no longer, leaves |