A PRAYER

God keep you safe, my little Love,
All through the night;

Rest close in His encircling arms

Until the light.

My heart is with you as I kneel to pray;

Good-night; God keep you in his care alway.

Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts

About my head;

I lose myself in tender dreams,

While overhead

The moon comes stealing through the window bars,

A silver sickle gleaming 'mid the stars.

For I, though I am far away,

Feel safe and strong

To trust you thus, dear Love-and yet-
The night is long;

I say with sobbing breath the old fond prayer,
Good-night! Sweet dreams!

everywhere.

God keep you

Mary Higman.

A DREAM

I thought this heart consuming lay
On Cupid's burning shrine:

I thought he stole thy heart away,
And placed it near to mine.

I saw thy heart begin to melt,
Like ice before the sun;

Till both a glow congenial felt,

And mingled into one.

Thomas Moore.

WITH YOU

Beloved, my whole soul bloomed for you
As flowers unclose to gather dew;
Your heart-touch to my spirit-palm
Brought purer pulse and holier calm;
You lifted me to heights divine;
You steeped life's lips in sacred wine;
You took Love's lens, and looking through,
Drew all my heart and soul to you.

Some day, while walking hand in hand

Through life's love-lighted, lustrous land,
We each of us (come soon or late)
Will stand before time's sunset gate.

The evening light upon the wave

Will shine-the glow-worm on the graveThe bright boat booked for unseen shores Will have strange angels at the oars,

And straight into the dying west

Our souls must sail at God's behest.

L'ENVOI

Oh! star of stars, oh! light of light,
God grant this crowning dear delight,
That fearless through His boundless blue
My smiling soul may sail-with you!

Margaret Hunt Brisbane.

Graciously Given By

The Cosmopolitan."

AN AFTER-THOUGHT

When the last day is ended,

And the nights are through;
When the last sun is buried
In its grave of blue;

When the stars are snuff'd like candles,
And the seas no longer fret;
When the winds unlearn their cunning,
And the storms forget;

When the last lip is palsied,

And the last prayer said;

LOVE shall reign immortal

While the worlds lie dead!

Frederic Lawrence Knowles.

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Man And His Mate