Then would I to-morrow

Such a flower be made,

I give thee love as God gives light,
Aside from merit, or from prayer,
Rejoicing in its own delight,
And freer than the lavish air.

I give thee prayers, like jewels strung
On golden threads of hope and fear;
And tenderer thoughts than ever
hung

In a sad angel's pitying tear.

As earth pours freely to the sea

Her thousand streams of wealth un

told,

So flows my silent life to thee,
Glad that its very sands are gold.

What care I for thy carelessness?
I give from depths that overflow,
Regardless that their power to bless

And live in the dear woods where my Thy spirit cannot sound or know.

lost childhood played.

THEN.

Far lingering on a distant dawn

My triumph shines, more sweet than

late;

When from these mortal mists withdrawn,

I GIVE thee treasures hour by hour,
That old-time princes asked in vain,
And pined for, in their useless power, Thy heart shall know me-I can
Or died of passion's eager pain.

wait.

INA D. COOLBRITH.

IN BLOSSOM TIME.

IT'S O my heart, my heart,

To be out in the sun and sing!
To sing and shout in the fields about,
In the balm and the blossoming.

Sing loud, O bird in the tree;

O bird, sing loud in the sky, And honey-bees, blacken the clover bed

There are none of you glad as I. The leaves laugh low in the wind, Laugh low, with the wind at play;

And the odorous call of the flowers all
Entices my soul away!

For oh, but the world is fair, is fair-
And oh, but the world is sweet!

I will out in the gold of the blossom-
ing mould,

And sit at the Master's feet.

And the love my heart would speak
I will fold in the lily's rim.
That the lips of the blossoms, more
pure and meek,
May offer it up to Him.

Then sing in the hedgerow green, O And in the open cottage door

Beside repentance, what canst 'T were an ill world, I'll swear, for