WEBB, CHARLES HENRY

Last Night in blue my Little Love was dressed

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Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe'er they 've turned it,
'Tis not to be improved.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

"OH, LOVE IS NOT A SUMMER MOOD."

OH, Love is not a summer mood,

Nor flying phantom of the brain,

Nor youthful fever of the blood,

Nor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance.
Love is not born of blinded chance,
Nor bred in simple ignorance.

Love is the flower of maidenhood;
Love is the fruit of mortal pain;
And she hath winter in her blood.

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True love is steadfast as the skies,
And once alight she never flies;
And love is strong, and love is wise.

RICHARD WATSON GILDER.

THE FIRST MEETING.

I

WISH I could remember that first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting mc,

If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom yet for many a May. If only I could recollect it such

A day of days! I let it come and go

As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

If only now I could recall that touch,

First touch of hand in hand - did one but know!

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.

A'

SUMMUM BONUM.

LL the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:

All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart

of one gem: