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Show THE SOJTO OP THB WORLD. ' ' Flavel Scott Mines in Harper's Weekly. At the foot of the Ciucasus tipped with snows Through the Cossacks' valley the Terek flows, And the Cossack on guard at the water's edge Ashe watched each shadow of bush and sedge Sings to hlmseif a sweet love song: "Douchinka, Douchinka,, The night Is long, But my eye is bright and rifle light, And I wait for the day that follows night. ' Where the ripplln? Po through the valley wends. Aud the earth with the sea In harmony blends ; Where life Is in livlnif and love more old, The shepherd keeps watching o'er hlsstrag-gllug hlsstrag-gllug fold And slug with the touch of sigh, "Anlma mia, Hright is thine eye. I long for the time when the church noil's chime Shall echo for thee like thy lover's rhyme." The wild billows break o'er rock-sheltering const. The spray in the moonlight is faint as a ghost, Aud the Brittany Usher before bis shrine bows In prayer for his love and a caudle he vows, And whispers In solemn refrain: "Men almee I come again." The gu lis swet p'ng by hear the lover's cry, And tho winds call back the words with a sigh Through the Koraaa valley, by Caucasus' snows, My the Icelandic shores the melody flows; II is ever the same thit the lover sings; He is lost to the world aud to mundane things, While wonderful visions are wrought. "O Soul of mine, Thou art my thought ? " The days come and go, Time's sand slowly flow, But the love that Is planted forever will grow. |