White-armed woman holds her torch-flame toward the Dark

ened that lack lighting,

And triumphant thrills her war-cry-"Justice! Honour! and Reform!"

VI. SCIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY.

O, to learn the mighty secrets of the knowing and the being, From the shimmering, sparkling star-dust, to the crumbling of the clod!

Heights of Science and of Wisdom, where stands Woman rapt, and seeing,

All the schemes of spheres revolving round the central throne of God!

L'ENVOI
I.

Virgin plains of Colorado, mountain silences unbroken

Lie before queen-regnant Woman, as she westward takes her way.

While the sunset's benediction gilds her pathway as a token, That New West, like old world's dawning, bows before her sovereign sway.

II.

O, my sisters, for the harvest-lo! a thousand fields lie whitening;

And the bands of faithful reapers span the great earth's giant

girth.

Hands and hearts we join the number, till th' Eternal Morning brightening,

Higher voices hail with paeans-Woman! God's best gift to

Earth!

THE LIFE MASK.

Lo! one wayfaring on a devious track,

The while a changeful mask concealed his faceSometimes it smiled with all compelling grace, Or lowered with a frown of thunderous black, Was flushed with hope, or lingeringly looked back. But none beneath that plastic mask could trace The truthful features of the traveller's faceKnow if his soul were fed or suffered lack.

One day men found him wrapt in pale repose;
His face, before unseen, effulged with light,
And fixed eyes with a deep gladness rife,
As his, who sees at length the way he goes-
Dead brow upturned to the red East, dawn-bright-
A shattered mask beside, that had been life.

3. Ernest Whitney.

THE GLORY OF THE YEAR.

When Spring came softly breathing o'er the land,
With warmer sunshine and sweet April shower;
Bidding the silken willow leaves expand;

Calling to hill and meadow, bee and flower,
Bright with new life and beauty; on light wing
Bringing the birds again to love and sing;
And waking in the heart its joy amain,
With old fond hopes and memories in its train;
Childishly glad mid universal cheer,

How oft we sang the half-forgotten strain: "Now we behold the glory of the year!"

When Summer by her fervid breezes fanned,
With footstep free and proud in restless power,
With plump, round cheek to ruddy beauty tanned,
In blooming loveliness came to her bower,

Her golden tresses loosely wandering

In wild luxuriance.-then pretty Spring
Seemed but a playful sister, pettish, vain.

How well we loved the passionate Summer's reign!
How day by day our empress grew more dear!
"Beyond," we asked, "what fairer can remain?
Now we behold the glory of the year!"

But when grave Autumn's ever bounteous hand
Poured round our feet the riches of her dower:
The pulpy fruit, the nut's sweet ripened gland,
The largess free to gleaner and to plower,
And all the Summer sought in vain to bring;
When stood the hills in glorious garmenting;
Shadowed by low-hung skies of sober grain,
No more could our ennobled thoughts sustain
Regretful memory of Summer sere,—
"What of the past!" we cried in quick disdain;
"Now we behold the glory of the year!"

Then before mighty Winter, stern and grand,
We saw defenseless Autumn shivering, cower,
Changed to Duessa by his potent wand,

Shorn of her loveliness, in Fortune's lower
Naked for Winter's scourge to smite and sting.
How godlike came the world's new sceptered King !
He fettered fast her torrents with his chain,
Bound with his manacles the moaning main,
Yea, wrought his will with all things far and near.
"At last," we said, "what more can Time attain?
Now we behold the glory of the year!"

Neglected Spring, despised, insulted, banned!
Poor weakling! came again one April hour,
The tyrant struck his tent at her command;
She laughed,-down tumbling fell his frosty tower;
At one light finger-touch his captives fling
Their shackles off and make the valleys ring
With praises to the conqueror of pain.