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Show A PICTURE. By ELIZABETH WADDELL. Upon the room wherein 'tis set A hundred differing minds have met. Rich knicknacks and rare odds and ends Proclaims themselves the gifts of friends. A dainty room, whore everything Is bright as a new wedding ring. A woe, lace-fllmy basket swung 'Twixt Hope and Doubt all lightly hung, Or nicely balanced, it may chance, 'Twixt Destiny and Circumstance, Or as its rosy inmate dear, Between a dimple arid a tear. Bending above the sweet nost-tiiing To tend and time its rhythmic awing Oh little ship but late at sea And ' sport of all the winds that be, Come home to them andrlding there ' In harbor safe with weather fair Young man and matron hovering stand, Beside each other, hand in hand; Her face most pensive, his mOBt proud, But both above the cradle bowed. Nor she his strength, nor he her grace, But both dream' on the infant's face. And both are still, as hushed for prayer Or by wing-rustlings In the air. Behind their backs and just alight In open window, plumed for flight, With pouting Hp and pointing 'thumb, As one who sees a rival come, A fairy-lightsome, lovesome elf With bow and quiver Cupid's self! And pout and gesture say, "I'm free! They have no further need of me!" Now York Globe. |