FANCIES. |
I.
LOVERS. |
He gather'd blue forget-me-nots, |
II.
TO A GIRL. |
Thou art so very sweet and fair, The Author of "Child-World." |
A DIALOGUE. | |
She. | The dandelions in the grass |
He. | Let them die, |
She. | But these sun-sated, sultry hours |
He. | Sweet as yet! |
Mary F. Robinson. |
LEAD THEM HOME. |
Lord, we can trust thee for our holy dead, Sunday Magazine.H. Macdowall. |
What can heal a broken heart? |