HIDDEN

ILKEN-LOCKS
summer corn,

Softly a-stir in the dreamy

air,
Two round years, since you

were born,

Have rolled away and been
lost somewhere.

in the

People are wise at two years
old,
Serious-lipped and_ sober-
eyed ;
Tell me, what does the husk
you hold
In the warm little fingers,
hide?

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PEARLS.

What if we pried and tried
to see ?—
Under the
tangled silk,
Folded away from you and
me,
Wonderful pearls, as white
as milk!

light-green,

—Ah, she looks up, and smiles,
and shows,

Parting her lips, my grave
wee girl,
Milky-white in
rows,

Treasures of dearer pearl!

flelen Gray Cone.

their tiny