Grown chill through something being away, though

what

It knows not. I, Aurora Leigh, was born
To make my father sadder, and myself
Not overjoyous, truly. Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,

And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles: children learn by such
Love's holy earnest in a pretty play,
And get not over-early solemnized,-

But seeing, as in a rose-bush, Love's Divine,
Which burns and hurts not, not a single bloom,-
Become aware and unafraid of Love.

Such good do mothers. Fathers love as well

Mine did, I know,- but still with heavier brains, And wills more consciously responsible,

And not as wisely, since less foolishly;

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

THE QUEST

DEDICATIONS

EDWARD SALISBURY FIELD, 1904

TO MY MOTHER

I've gone about for years I find

With eyes half blind,

Squandering golden hours

MOTHER

Send my little book a-field,
Fronting praise or blame,

With the shining flag to shield
Of your name.

BY KATHLEEN NORRIS, 1911

As years ago we carried to your knees
The tales and treasures of eventful days,
Knowing no deed too humble for your praise,
Nor any gift too trivial to please,

So still we bring, with older smiles and tears,
What gifts we may, to claim the old, dear right;
Your faith, beyond the silence and the night,
Your love still close and watching through the years.

OVERHEARD IN ARCADY BY ROBERT BRIDGEs (Droch)*
Long years you've kept the door ajar
To greet me, coming from afar:
Long years in my accustomed place
I've read my welcome in your face,
And felt the sunlight of your love
Drive back the years and gently move
The telltale shadow 'round to youth,
You've found the very spring, in truth,
That baffles time- the kindly joy
That keeps me in your heart a boy.
And now I send an unknown guest
To bide with you and snugly rest
Beside the old home's ingle-nook.-
For love of me you'll love my book.
By courtesy of the author from "Overheard in Arcady."