A L O JV & mi7 j iM, j J 1 ! She hnd not fny wrd to say J I1 ,' I There wna no ono who Blood bv her; '! i i For ono mluttp In life's young day, 11 ; !' I1 0vhen lovo hnd seemed bo kooJ to her, ! 11 ,1 (i 8h wnlkcd from nil tho world npnrt, i , And kept her Krlcf locked In her heart 1 ' 1 1 'i A comrnde drear seemed Memory; '! r 11 J 80 nil atono walked she. j! 1 1 nut san tho blackbird In the brake. '! ',' ,' 1 1 It seemed his song was mndo for her; ! i , Anil nil alonR tho cnlm blue lake ,' ', i, i, . Tho lilies pure wero Inld for her. ' ! 1 1 j, Tho honeysuckle In the dew ' , ,i Around her door Its fragrance threw, ! 1, i, Tho ewe Inmb by her sldo would lend, ! 1 1 j 1 And white doves there would feed ' !; I dream tho Christ of Galilee !' ' i ji Who on tho dread cross died for her. ' !' ,' ,i WJ" ncar to death her steps shall be, ! ' ' 1 1 1 ; The gate will open wide for her. r ' ', ', Thnt nn?cl hnnds will drnw her In, '! ! ,' !' Anl lock without tho old-time sin. ' - 1 1 1 ; And on her brow nualn will press, !' ' 'il1, Her lost youth's happiness. i; i I S Cora A. Matson Dolson, In the Er. 'I LIJI 1 !