Perchance the May will bring to me
The visions that in dreams I see,

And make its coming real.
But in this winter of my woe

I only see the falling snow,

And not my heart's ideal.

Oh! speed, ye wheels of coming time,
And bring me to that sunny clime
Where shadow cometh never;

Where blossoms blooming never fall,
But hang in glory on the wall

Forever and forever.

HERE AND THERE.

"Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees."-Stonewall Jackson's last words.

On this side we stand so lonely,

On this side we linger only

Till the parting summons calls;
As we gaze out over yonder
Of its rest we all grow fonder,
Heedless of what here befalls.

Where eternal sunbeams quiver
In the land beyond the river,

Calm content forever rolls;

There are trees whose cooling shadow

Lies across the emerald meadow,

Giving rest to weary souls.

White sands on the beach are lying,

Wave to wave is still replying,

But in silence or in sound,

There are those who, crossing over, Father, mother, child or lover Leave no footprints that are found.

Soldier, statesman, minstrel, maiden, Each heart light or heavy laden, Waits, at last its turn to cross

In the sunlight or star shining, With souls joyous or repining, Laying down life's gain or loss.

Oh! the sad procession, proving

We are only human, moving

In its silence to the shore.

There are links that now lie broken-
Words on lips and yet unspoken-

Songs that can be sung no more.

All life's smiling, all life's weeping,

All life's waking, all life's sleeping

End when once we touch this tide.

Thou! whose love our sins can cover,

Lead us gently, kindly over,

Where in rest we shall abide.

AN AUTUMN REVERIE.

The autumn leaves are falling, the summer days have fled, Each faded leaf recalling some summer long since dead. The wind sweeps o'er the stubble and down the valley road, And life is full of trouble and heavier grows life's load.

If lilies and if roses would only never fade,
If violets and daisies forever with us stayed,

If emerald vale and meadow would wear eternal green,
Ah, never would a shadow come o'er the summer scene.

If life were always changeless and love forever true,
If hope for each new comer, and joy we only knew,

If never any sorrow came o'er the human heart

There'd never be a morrow when friends would need to part.

Beyond us and above us we hear an echo fall;

It reaches those who love us in palace or in hall,
It sings the song of ages that were and are to be
And opens wide the pages that some may never see.

We listen and we linger, and still the days go by;
We watch the Sybil's finger beneath a darkening sky,
We hear the whispered warning but still we do not heed

The lesson night or morning, though hearts may break or

bleed.