I see the old dear faces, I greet them hand to hand; But sadly too, for the places Seem strange in that curious land; Till a new light breaks, and all other Grows dim to my streaming eyes; For a son has found his mother In the depths of the throbbing skies. Yes, my heart it lies beyond, dear, Are you weary already with walking? How selfish of me to be talking, My darling, in this way to you! A FANCY. A LITTLE sprite sat on a moonbeam, Spread the first faint flush of the day. Around him the white clouds were sleeping, And under him slumbered the sea. Then the old moon looked out of her left eye, So she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, "Great madam," then answered the fairy, "No doubt you are wonderfully wise, Is a common and fatal blunder That sometimes you great ones make. "For I've looked up from under the heather, And watched you night after night, And marked your silent motion, And the fall of your silvery light. I have seen you grow larger and larger, I have seen you turn pale as a snowdrop "So don't think for a moment, great madam, Tho' a poor little body I be, That I haven't my senses about me, Or am going to fall into the sea. I have had what you only could give me— He whistled a low sweet whistle, He's mounted the tiny singer, And soared through the heavens away, With his face all aglow in the morning, And a song for the rising day. JACK. YOU'RE Only a dumb little dog, Jack, But you've two such soft brown eyes, Jack, And, what very much more I prize, Jack, They say warm hearts are rare, Jack, And I almost believe that it's true; But there ar❜n't many hearts can compare, Jack, With that staunch little heart in you. Of course, we that speak and can read, Jack, But, in spite of them all, there's a need, Jack, |