O, Hercules, where art thou? thou whose heart O, men and women of the world to-day, 'Tis this my song, if sung, would strive to teach, "Infinite love and patience infinite." Ida Crouch bazlitt. MORITURUM. Dying the winds are desolate with the wail And murmuring midst the rushing of the gale Dying-a lone bird whistles for a mate Floating, perhaps, through sunny southern skies, In brooding mysteries would round them wail Dying a lonely spirit rides the blast; Dying-a somber spirit fills the air; The requiems chanted for the dead are there; The soft sweet summer days are in the past; The harmonies divine Of tender memories too dear to last, Sob over shattered heart-strings-harp of mine. JUNE ROSES. Oh, the skies are bright with beauty, And the world is bright with love, For God is in earth and heaven, His smile below and above. Beautiful roses; rare June roses, The smile of God on the world of His love! The days are steeped in their fragrance; The night's deep passion breathes A tremulous odor of blossoms, A languor of perfumed wreaths. 'Tis heavy with roses, dewy roses, They lie on the breast of beauty, They garland the sacred altars, And rival the blush of the bride. They are clasped in the waxen fingers They bloom in the gardens of sorrow, Saintly roses; pure, sweet roses, Love's own roses that cover Christ's cross. Oh, bring me no costly flowers, They tell of life's foolish pride; But bury me deep in roses, Roses on every side. Passionate roses, loving roses, God's pleading gift to a world of pride. HIS REASON. Why I love you? Ask the rivers Ask the dewdrop why it sparkles Ask the lily why its fragrance Perfumes every breeze that blows; Ask the moonbeams why they quiver On the dimples of the lake; Ask the rainbow why it arches, Ask the billows why they break; Ask the rosebud why it trembles, When these whisper all their story, Frank Crain Schofield. THE SOLDIER BOY. "Ask me not to stay my mother, "Back the hated ranks are marching, "Listen, now the drums are beating And the fifes play loud and shrill; How it stirs my soul to action, How it makes my heart to thrill. "Ask me not to stay, my mother, "Fare thee well, but not forever, |