Sad looked the Asphodel, and from her breast What fate more meet than by sweet-scented sighs Next rose the Daisy, in her pink-fringed gown : "I know," said the Pearl, while she on Kingcup leant, "That simple joys give simple hearts content." "And I," chimed in the blue Forget-me-not, "The pledge would be 'twixt parted friend and friend." The Poppy woke and shook her drowsy head: "I'd bear to pain the seeds of sleep," she said. With lips dew kissed, now spake the Lily maid Sweet words that fell like snowflakes on the air: "My wish would be to spring 'neath cloister shade, And soon be placed by nun, with skilful care, In shrine at Mary's feet, to linger there." Then cried the flowers, as round their queen they pressed: "O Vestal Lily, thou hast chosen best!" THE GRAY SWAN. "OH, tell me, sailor, tell me true, Is my little lad, my Elihu, A-sailing with your ship?" The sailor's eyes were dim with dew,— "Your little lad, your Elihu ?" He said with trembling lip,- "What little lad! As if there could be Another such a one as he ! What little lad, do you say? Why, Elihu, that took to the sea The moment I put him off my knee ! It was just the other day The Gray Swan sailed away." "The other day ?" The sailor's eyes 66 'Ay, ay, sir, here in the cupboard lies The jacket he had on." "But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago? I stood on the Gray Swan's deck, And to that lad I saw you throw, The kerchief from your neck." "And did the little lawless lad, Be sure he sailed with the crew! "And he has never written line, "Hold! if 'twas wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may be in the brine, And could he write from the grave? Tut, man, what would you have?" "Gone twenty years-a long, long cruise; "Twas wicked thus your love to abuse; But if the lad still live, And come back home, think you you can You're mad as the sea,-you rave,— The sailor twitched his shirt so blue, 66 The kerchief. She was wild. My blessed boy, my child! My dead,—my living child!" Alice Cary. A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when ali through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced through their heads; And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-failen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below; When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen ! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen ' To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all !" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound; |