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Love was coming down the lane,
Winged, rosy, blind;

In his hand his little bow,
Quiver snug behind.

Now, I thought, he cannot see;
If I stand aside,

He must pass me ignorant,
Therefore satisfied.

Rept I silent in my place;
Near, more near, he came,

While the beating of my heart
Fanned each cheek to flame.

And I, anxious, held my breath,
He will pass me—no!

He is crying! Pretty dear,
It should not be so.

Touched with pity, then quoth I: “Weep, oh, weep no more!”

And he, laughing, sent this shaft To my bosom's core.


Matthew and Mark and Luke and John the Holy Gospels wrote Describing how the Saviour died. His life, and all he taught. Acts proved how God the Apostles owned with signs in every place, And Paul in Romans teaches us how man is saved by grace. f The Apostle in Corinthians instructs, exhorts, reproves, Galatians shows that faith in Christ alone the Father loves. Ephesians and Philippians tell what Christians ought to be, Colossians bids us live to God and for eternity. In Thessalonians we are taught the Lord will come from heaven. In Timothy and Titus a Bishop's rule is given. Philemon shows a Christian's love as only Christians saw. Hebrews reveals the Gospel grace prefigured by the law. James teaches without holiness faith is but vain and dead.

And Peter points the narrow way in which the saints are lead. John in his three epistles on love delights to dwell, While Jude gives awful warning of judgment, wrath, and hell. The Revelation prophesies of that tremendous day When Christ, and Christ alone, shall be the trembling sinner's stay.


When days grow short and chilly,
And folks return at last;
When bright grows Piccadilly,
As autumn leaves fall fast,
Sad, yellow, sere and sober,
We watch them drift away,
Then, though in chill October,
Will turn to new array!
Still Fashion has surprises
To agitate the town;
And novelties devises,
When Autumn leaves drift down!

Will higher grow our shoulders? ,
Or sleeves be made to charm,
The heart of male beholders—
By fitting to the arm?
Will otter be or sealskin
The wrapping of each fair?
Or powder, rouge or real skin,
The fashionable wear?
Will hose be silk and sable
Or white or russet-brown?
To forecast who is able?
When Autumn leaves drift down!

Will petticoats be snowy,
Will frocks be short or long?
Will hats be high and showy?
Will minds be weak or strong?
Will maidens clad in waistcoats
To manly taste incline!
And buttons on their best coats
Be sporting in design?
And shall we wear a dimple,
A simper, smile or frown?
Or will our style be simple,
When Autumn leaves drift down?

There dwelt a miller hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee!”
He work'd and sang from morn to night,
No lark more blithe than he;
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be,
“I envy nobody; no, not I,
Aud nobody envies me!”

“Thou'rt wrong, my friend!” said old King Hal
“Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be;

For could my heart be light as thine,
I’d gladly change with thee.

And tell me now what makes thee sing
With voice so loud and free,

While I am sad, though I’m the King,
Beside the river Dee?”

The miller smiled and doff’d his cap:
“I earn my bread,” quoth he;

“I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;

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