That the wide future may reveal Dear, it is hard. But God doth know To love thee. Let the future show Though eyes may weep, though heart may ache. A BROKEN SONNET YOU loved me once, I know! You I had the first, the best; let others reap The after-fruits, although it cost me pain; Although I sometimes turn aside and weep To see Love's golden grainage scattered so; Borne where each errant wind may chance to blow,— The gift you gave you cannot take again. You love me still, I know! It is not possible you should forget All I have been in the dear days gone by; CLO GRAVES FORGET THEE ORGET thee?" If to dream by night, "FORGE And muse on thee by day; If all the worship deep and wild A lover's heart can pay; If prayers in absence breathed for thee, If this thou call'st "forgetting," "Forget thee?" Bid the forest birds Forget each old familiar face, Each long-remembered spot, When these things are forgot by thee, Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace, For God forbid thy gladsome heart Yet while thy heart is still unworn, Forget me then; - but ne'er believe That thou canst be forgot! JOHN MOULTRIE ΤΟ WHAT boots it that thine eye is bright, Thy bosom fair, thy footsteps light, Since I must never see That eye beam brightly me to greet, That step bound lightly me to meet, Albeit indifferent as thou art, I would have clasped that icy heart As he of old embraced the form, How few in this cold world have met To waste the dreary hours She never can be ours. and yet LORD DALLING THE MAID I LOVED HE maid I loved, and still shall love, THE What song of mine her praise may render? All song could say, she stands above, Beyond all words, being dear and tender. Bright as the stars, yet not so high; Fair as the moon, but far less fickle; Sweet as the lovely months that lie Between the seedtime and the sickle. With fragrant sighs to breathe upon her— Oh, were my voice a silver lyre To sound her praise and sing her gloryMy happiness and heart's desire Had not been now an ended story. REMINISCENCE T was a summer eve, and underneath IT The shadowy trees you kissed me. In my heart That moment came a new, fair world to light — A world illumined by a rosy glow Of new, fond thoughts, and passionate, sweet joy! When you were gone I doted o'er the thought |