"I will protect her From all kinds of harm, Shelter her warm. "Whate'er the weather, We'll hold together, "I'll ne'er give in,—no! All that I win, O! I'll keep for my dear." GREEN THINGS GROWING. O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing. O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing! How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing; In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. I love, I love them so-my green things growing: And I think that they love me, without false showing; For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much, With the soft mute comfort of green things And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing But if I must be gathered for the angels' sowing, Though dust to dust return, I think I'll scarcely mourn, If I may change into green things growing. 6 THE OLD ARM CHAIR. ELIZA COOK. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving the old arm chair? I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd it with sighs; "Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; In childhood's home, I lingered near I sat and watched her many a day, When her eyes grew dim, and her locks were gray. |