PE VARI. (Gr hb:

RO’ growing lilies tall as wheat,
Thro’ Easter lilies white as
cream,
There looks a face demurely sweet,
There walks a child with tender feet,
New-wakened from her cradle-dream.

Was ever head so golden-curled ?

Were ever cheeks so winsome red ?

““{ saw her first,” the robin said;

The Infant Year has left her bed

And smiles “ good-morrow ” round
the world.

O, joy for waiting eyes to see!

You bring us from your couch of
snow,

The vernal song, the morning glow,

And all the hopes of moons ago

And sunbeams of the weeks to be.

Your sign, dear Spirit of the spring,
For every year in heaven is set ;
Your annual spell shall ever yet
Make Time delay and Age forget,
Till youth is lord of everything.
Theron Brown.

 

 

S a quaint and carven casket may some precious treasure hold,
So this proverb from the Orient doth a gracious truth enfold :
“We should spread our garments widely when the heavens are raining gold.”
Ruth Hall.