THE STUFFED MAGPIES 93

But often from the Tropics all my heart would fly apace
To my mother and the little room that held the old
glass case.

Then at last my feet turned homeward to the farmstead
and the stack,

But mother dear was gone away, and never could come
back.

The furniture remained ; and oh, the tears that stung
my face

When I saw the two stuffed magpies in the old glass
case!