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Show SONG FOR THE NIGHT. By Clinton Scollard. Lo, wo have struggled with the day, Hold all Its strenuous hosts at bay, Now night her dreamy shuttle plies, Lot us enlarge our lethargies! i Our spirits have been tensely strung; Into the melee have we flung; Now God's stars march up the skies, Lot u enlarge our legarthies! There is a time for strife and stress, For ardor and for steadfastness, Now darkness folds us motherwise, Lot us enlarge our legarthies! Success or failure both have passed; The calm has come. At last, at last, The land of vision open lies; Let us enlarge our legarthies! New York Sun. HIS LOVE. Tho ocean's white was on her brow, The sun's proud amber on her head; Her eyes were as the evening stars, Her mouth was dyed a poppy's rod. And one she met who loved her eyes; And one she met who loved her hair; And there was one who loved her brow, And one who thought her mouth was fair. The years crept, on and old she grew; Her brow was wrinkled, pale her eyes; Her lips but trembling wistfulness; Her hair like dull and ashen skies. And then one came and spoke of love, And told to her with faltering- tongue Of how with youth's intensity He'd worshipped her when she was young; Of how he'd waited had grown gray Through years that seemed eternity, "Because," he said, "when you were old I knew you would have need of me." Town Topics. |