Show I LIGHTS AND SHADOWS Her Second Sight I Love ID blind the poets suy soots This I hardly think IH I right If ias 1 so then 1 came a day I When thc goddess got hor sight If It Is not so explain t When a maiden has the stuff I Tho In fnco and form silos plain Sho of lovers has enough Ho Was Terribly ShortSighted Why aro Daisys oyes so sad Cnn you tell mo truly Yesterday they sparkled glad Now theyre so unruly And her lips know now no smllo Tremble too once In a while Clarence asked her for her love For this shed brim longing Asked for whnt tho truth would proVo Was lo him belonging What now makes her spirits low Is ho took her No for noWhere no-Where Ho Stood Preeminent I I do not want to be boastful ho said I and Im not In a usual way a man to Hpcac of my private affairs All you fellows I fel-lows have been talking of what von have done and what you have had but Ill bet Hint Ive supported moro of my wifes relations than any other man Inlho Santo I of Utah Eighty and Eight Golden head curly head laughing brown oyos Locks that aro silvered and gray Out 1n tho snow noath tho clear blue skies Both of them hard at play One with his movements all filled with grace Ono with his steps so slow Each of them happy and bright of face Building a house of snow Shoveling carrying packing down tight Busy is hoes are they One only eight with a laugh so light The other Just eighty today Ono has built mansions of brick and stone Onco In his manhoods glow Tho other Just this one houso alone Out of tIm winters snow Yet both of them work with tho selfsame will Rearing their houso of state Ho who Is eighty as proud of bin skill As his grandson whos only eight The Daylight Ghost of Brokers Row You know tho fellow and BO do iou i-ou have seen him often In passing by Hos standing forever on Brokers row Nor far from tho bulletin hoards will go Where ho notes with caro every ralso and fall But ho noer buys or soils a share at all Ho knows all about each blessed mine How this ono has pinched that ono lookIng look-Ing flue His pockets are filled with options galore From the Wasatch rango to Pacifics shore OC mllllohs hell talk till your face turns l pale But ho ncvor was known to mako a sale Now why ho does It nobody knows I I But far from that corner ho never goes Ills talk Is most constant of mining and mines i But nobody knows where he sleeps or olncs It hay not been hinted yet It may be so That tho fellows the ghost of Brokers Row I She Had n Firm FReer I I tell you what It g follows said a young man tho other evening If a man could control his features like tho average aver-age girl ho would make his fortune In no time Uhy how Is I that some one asked I Well Inst iimmer I met Miss up I I In the mountains und nmdo lovo to her 1 for a month The other evening at Mrs s I was Introduced to her and tho I way she acknowledged the Introduction I not a muscle ofhor race changing wna tome i to-me a revelation I Hor Lover I love you best of all Just you I SMlr lover said to me Such lnith Shone from his eyes of blue Twas beautiful to sec Ho twined his arms around me there His Pod wore pressed to mine I ic ef had lilacs quite ns rare As tender as divine I cherish every word ho said As mscra qhcrlsli gold I My lover with the sunny head who Is Just three years old I The Same Old Story I A young man solicited a friend too mu tual find out the state of a ladys feelings I toward him They met again the other I evening I Did you find out what I asked of you I will asked the prospective lover What of Miss Grace I You I i cant say I did The truth lo Ben I was too much engaged In becoming engaged en-gaged with tho girl myself lo think about It I Temptation 0 Why aro the sweetest things In life hose I that Five greatest ilcuure With what wo to taught so oft at strife And wicked beyond measure I Tho liDS that wo would vain to taste Tho form thats tempting ever With all their sweetness go lo waste And wo must pluck them never Thp thoughts that give the heart delight What oils the heart In thinking Iho cup we know to drink Is rights I right-s better In the drinking Or Is It In limo way theyre dressed Then In it not a pity Tho joys wo must pluck from thin breast Have robes so bright and pretty December When ho frost Is in lie air And tho nun of warmth Is dearth Brown and barren everywhere Is the damp and sodden earth When oho hillo wllh snow aro white Mournful sighs tho wind at night Thro the leaflets 1 branches Highs When the cloids beneath tho skies Whlln us fleecy wool appear When the scene both far and near Tells that winter now Is I bore When It seems all nature dies I Dies before the dying year Months when near the fires bright glow Cheeriest of hours wo know Month when Jollity and fun Fill each day up one by one Month moro honored than them all When wo thankfuly I recall On each happy Christmas morn How within It Christ was born l Month of greetings toy rind cheer December last of all I tho year Within the Light and Within the Shadow Ho glanced through the window as ho was passing by Started on and then rot ro-t and stood In the darkness gazing Into tho room through the undrawn sazlnf Where ho stood there wts shadow In sldo thero was light and cheerfulness indeed In-deed It was n pretty picture Tho room was tastefully furnished filled with easy chairs and hung with pictures It was nol these however that attracted him It was tho family group upon which his I eyes were fastened Tho father sat reading now and then I dropping his paper to smllo at somo I quaint remark from the two pretty children chil-dren who worn playing before the grate The mother was busy with somo dainty bit of sewing and a smllo of complete contentment brightened her sweet features fea-tures Unconscious of tho eyes that woro upon thorn they sat enjoying to Iho fullest the happiness that was theirs Tho man In nth uhcave a sigh I thon turned and resumed his walk up the street Id like to know tho reason ho mum mured as ho walked on that ono has tho I pleasures and the other has nothing Two years ago It was mlno but the hand of death tore my family apart forever Id I like to know whyId llko to know why Ho wiped a teat from Ills eye and quickened quick-ened his piece humming tho snatch of a popular song to drive away his sense 01 wrong and loss The question he asked li still unanswered unan-swered and a world of anxious aching hearts echo the words Id llko to know t why I A Dirge f Tio winds aro mourning slghlne Through tho pines abovo her head And tho while snowflakes are lying 1 1W here the flowers grew Instead r I know tin a useless sorrow tBut one that must ever be I Tray and through every tomorrow For the sleeper was dear to meA me-A Picture A faco fair ns a Mower Blushing at mornhg sweet liypH of such tenderness and power lour glances over meet A form whoso lines nrr these of grace Matchless In beauty as her tlowcrllko I face And at the window there I Sho gazes on tho scene Whllo snowflakce nil the wintry n1 Lodging whoro lowers have been And yet the dark and dreary Is the hour For mo tho winter has at least one flower Oh snows upon the plain Oh dreary days and cold Whllo she Is near tis In vain I Clouds nil tho seen unfold For all oC winters cold and dreariness I Is soon forgotten In her loneliness A Winter Etching A cGUatO ncath tho pines the mountains nigh A plain snowcovered gllstnlnj puro and white An orchard nnd a tiny wood near by A barn whonco pigeons wheel their devious devi-ous night An Ice pond gleaming 2lko a diamond bright A broad road leading ton village near I Whoso spires stand pinnacled wllhln the I tIght And ovor all limo sunlight bright and clear i While In the distance where the shadowy shad-owy hills Plerco heavens blue while fleecy clouds appear A hush a Quiet all tho fair scene Ills Snvo from adovn tho road upon tho car Thoro falls the bllthcsorrto muslo of slelghbclls That lightly comes In ripples and In swells A Baleful Ditty I Twan not a baleful thing at all Tho horse thought anyway Whun ho hind broken from his stall I A bale full twas of hay |