TO A WILD ROSE. Wild Rose at night, In sweet delight. Then shadows creep Upon thy sleep. To me thou art And stirs his heart. I would forget That haunts me yet. It mirrored then That glowed again. Those hopes are dead, That bears its head. And in the past -Harvard Advocate. AUTUMN. The asters bloom in the tangled grass, And nod in deep concern, And is caught amid the fern. The wind comes whispering down the hills ; The trees sway to and fro, In music soft and slow. The clematis hangs from the sun-kissed fence ; A bird in a coat of dun, And is off for the land of sun. The blue of the sky has the softer hue That Indian summer brings. And anon a church bell rings. The brook in a glint of shimmering light, The flowers and reeds among, The refrain of a song that is sung. -Cornell Era. THIE HANAN-DILLON SHOE CO., 86 CHURCH STREET. E have everything to furnish your room comfort ably. Our Prices are low. |