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Show FINDING A LITERARY COINCIDENCE. Two I'o.iu. Which in-r It.i.iniilntu-. to Km' 0;b.. llro. Ulyn StamUrd-l-nton. ' The two following poems, which are ! liolh of such similar treatment and j equally beautiful, were evidently w ritten rit-ten at widely separate intervals, as one is copied from a recent issue i.f the ( hi eago Tribune and the other is ii-,.ni a j copy of the Now York t'hri -tinn Inlelli-geueer Inlelli-geueer of the year lT'-i. Without any charge of plagiarism, but because lu,iii are etpially good, and to give what may bu an interesting literary coincidence, we, herewith print them withunt fuiiher coniiuent: 'hoi k olf aoi." 'Km k or Ai a. rleft tir me," Til. ui-litt.-s.Hiy the nri.ilen snnif, Fell th w.iiilK imconsi-lim.ly From her uu ilsli. uleetul tuiiL'tis; SauK as little c-htl-in-n kIhr: Hana as sltnt the litr.ls of June; Fell the wnr.is like I Rlit U-av.- it. w n OH tin. enrreiit of the tuiK-"Hi. tuiK-"Hi. k of .V-e, eleft f'.r me. Let ni liiile myself 111 TUee." "Let me hlile mywlf In Time." Felt h.-r siiiil no uwl to til l": Siveet the Hunt? as Himg eoul t !' - A nit she li.-nt uo tnotu-'ht b.-l-li'; All thew.ir.ls uiilieeitliiKty Fell from lijis untouclieil 1 v i-nre, DreatiiliiK not limy each inltlit c nil some oilier lips a lr ly.-r -"It.ok ot A.;es, cli ft forme. l,et me nine mysi-lf in Time," "Hock of Aisi'H, cleft for me" - "fwiisa woiiiiin siiliir ttiem now, riea.iliij.ly ar.rl prayei fully : Kveiy wor.l her lie.irt ilul Know, lio-.e the s.-iii? as storni-tor-s.-.t l"id Heats with e;iry win,! the utr, Fvei ) note with sorrow mirri-l Kvet v syllable a prayer -"Hock of Ayes, cleft for me. 11 me Mile myself lu Thee." "I'ock of Aces, rleft for mo" - Lips urow n at-il suu the hynin Trustingly ami tenderly Vo.co grown weak anil eyi s m own itim, 'Let tin- hhln myself iu The.-," Trembling through the von e ami low, Hun the sweet strain peac-iuliy, Like a river in its now. SuiiL' as only they can sim: Who life s thorny paths have picss. -d; Sun? as only they can sini.' Who iH'tioi.1 the promis 1 rest liock of Aces, cleft for me. Let mo hide myself in Thee." "Rock of Arcs, cleft for mil." Sum! alsive a coftln Hit ; Underneath, ft'l restfully. All lire's Joys and sorrows hid. Nevermore. O storm -tossed ml, Nevermore from wind or tide. Nevermore from Idllows' roll, Wl:t then need thyself to hide. Could the slnhtlesB, siin.ien ees, Cloped beneath the soft urny hair, Could the unite and stiffened lips, Move at-ain In pleading prayer. Still, aye, still, the words o dd lie, "Let mo hide myself In Thee. ' Christian Intelligencer, ls"3. "JEII'S, LOVER OF MY son." "Jesus, lover of my soul. Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the rR'lllK billows roll. While the temvest still Is n.h !' Careie-sly a little child. In tiie sunshine at le-r play. Li-pinu sanut and sweetly smiled, On a Joyous April day. Suuj -villi laughter, t.rielit and droll-Hang droll-Hang with mirth in each blue eye; 'JeMid, lovt-r of my soul. Let mo to Thy bosom fly : 'Hide me, O my Sav or, hide, Till the storm of life lspa; Bafo Into the haven Kulde: O, rereive my soul at last !" SauK a maiden wllh a fare Kree from look of earthly care, With a form of faultless raee. With a wreath of golden Ualr. Sang with heart by nr r untiled Sang with ho regretful past; "Safe intothe haven t,fuido: O receive my soul at last I" "Other refuce have I none Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not uloiu Still support and eomtort me!" Satitr a mother, while sho bowed O'er her baby as it lay Wrapped within if s snowy shroud On a dreary autumn day. Sang of hopes forever flown Sang of eyes that could not see; "Leave, all ! leave me not alone - Mill support and comfort me:" "All my trust on Thee is stayed-All stayed-All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenset.-ss head With the shadow of Thy wing'" Faint and weary 'n the. race, In Death's winter evening gray, With a sweet. aiHielic fare. Dreamed a woman. Far away, As the feeble twilight lied. Annels seemed with her to sing; "('over my defenseless head With the shadow otTliy wing:" ".lesns. lover of my soul. Let me to Thy bo-nu Hy. While the raulng billows roll. While the l-mpe -t st 11 Is nigh"' Ah ' how soon our ho-n s decay We must sulfur and endure; Strive and struwrle a- we may, . Life is short an i death Is sure. We may hear the anthem rolr" Tbrou-:!'. the starry realms ou high; "Jesus, love- of my -oul. Let me to Thy b i-oni fly V - KuLiene ii ilaii in Chicago Tribune. |