How harsh upon liar cars his words did sound t
In foreign tongue lio soomod Ills thoughts to tell.
She feigned the knowledge of his words profound
And deigned to ylold the hand lie loved so well.
“I oft have wished to bo on yonder liolght.”—
The ooyisli maiden uulckly gave roply,
“To seo disrobing day prepare for night,
And plead protection from the stars on high ’’—
Ah, seo! the Barth heaves up her mighty breast,
Tho blushing Bun extends Ills radiant arms,
And In that fond embrace the two will rest
Until commanding day brings her now charms.
Wo' vo reached tho hill where ulms stand high and proud,
Hut look I llow, fottored by a native grape
That crouolilng dogwood, clothed as with a shroud,
Or with a fall of snow, has lost its shape.
Wliut heaven Is this that makes such burdens great '!
Fair flower, woll dost thou symbolize to mo
A true nobility, and emulate
Thu highest noble clothed In honesty,
In such a scene each thought tliut rolls within,
In such there Is no guilty thought to hldo;
As through tho crystal easo the hour is soon,
So seo I through tho vull the heavens provide."
Her lover stood onoliuntod by lior song,
And yet a pain renchcd doop into Ills heart;
Ills soul was moved, ho know something was wrong,
That to his love ho oouhl not now Impart,
ills faeo was all aglow with loving fear ;
Ho turned to stay tho thoughts his mind contuinud,
And spied a robin’s carcass lying near,
By wliloli this man his self possession gained.
“Ah, seo I" he raised tho cold and litoloss form;
Tills migratory thrush with brown-redbreast
Has met its death and now Is scarcely warm.
A male was tilts bocauso so brightly dressed.
Hu lacks Ills tips of white upon Ills tall
And owns a spot that's ruro on robin’s wing.
Some men In Ignorance those birds assail
To savo tho fruits that ripen wlillo they sing."
Thus to Ills friend tho man of scloucu spoke
With oonotso reasons answering ovory “why j"
Yotull tho observations ho could muko
Hud yloldud but a weary yawning sigh.
Her thoughts could not with bucli dry faets aocord ;
Tho llbro ot her brain Is ftnor drawn;
Her converse Is with Mature, not by word ;
But by her words we learn of Mature’s song.
“A life wus saorllleod In tills bird’s death,
A God takes noto and will avenge his own.
What value to a world of sin Is breutli,
However pure, when mid corruption sown '/
God values life boyood our own conceit,
Tho Savior sutferod gross Insult and pain
That we his life In ours might ropoat;
And thus a soul from Satan’s clutches gain.
Thlsawful silence, sir, so sweet to life,
Oft comes to those who fuel life’s bltt’rost woes ;
And In whose soul reduomlng love is rifo ;
And o’er whoso heart grief ne'er a shadow throws.
THE FREE LANCE.
This stillness doep, as darkness round us folds,
Makes audible tho voleo that Bpeaks within.
How mystic Is the flowor that twilight holds
Bre tongues of night their melodies begin.
Ho not our thoughts, transcending earthly bounds,
Beach upward to tho one Etornal Mind,
While in our souls tho falntost echo sounds
These words:—'o, man I this life .etornal And I'
Might follows close observed in sable gown
And at our bods oft breathes It In our ears,
So myriad stars that from their height look down
Invite our thoughts to a world of endless years.”
More bitter now this lover folt his pain,
For ovory word ostranged Ills from his love ;
Ills song could ne’er aooord with hor sweet strain ;
Ills eyes were turned upon the star above.
Then through Ills learned mind suoh dlff 'rent thoughts
Were oourslng, as ho traced the astral Held,
Dividing It Into its stollar plots
And making sure that each Its own would yield.
In wordless contemplation he recalled
Too solentlllo name of ovory star j
He knew at last what most Ills love appalled
And now resolvod to finish cupld’s war.
‘My dear," he said, "Your world and mine ai'o two;
In yours I Ilml no placo where I oan dwell;
In mine the things my sensos And, are true;
Against all olse my wisdom must rebol.
I hear hor objective sounds; I seo and touch,
My pleasure lios In knowing why 'tie so.
1 taste and smell of matters only suoh
As reaoh my tonguo or through my nostrils go.
In sueli a world you ne’er could be content;
On what I live you soon would find a grave ;
Those days In idle courtship wo have spent,
To end wliloli, I your humble pardon orave."
Tho fair pootle maiden stood orcct,
Her face Illumined by a starry sky;
And ore that prosy lover could dotoot
Her pleasure, she prooeeded to reply.
“You need not orave for pardon, honored sir,
Tho gods would no’or consent that we should wed,
Before so great an error oould occur
All power of guurdlan angels must have fled.
Most gladly do I hoar your parting word,
Yet trust that wo shall evor be suoh friends
That, though we And each other most absurd,
Wo may for past otl'onsus make amends.”
Twenty years ago the powerful German Empire
of to day was but a loose confederation of semi
independant states. What is now parhaps the
most powerful military nation of Europe, was but
a mass of petty monarchies that were at almost
BISMARK'S POLICY.
Graduation Address by H. R. Leyden.