Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether | And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. Looked out in their innocent surprise. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, "Free as when I rode that day And oft, when the summer sun shone hot In the shade of the apple-tree again And, gazing down with a timid grace, Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls The weary wheel to a spinnet turned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, "It might have been." Alas for maiden, alas for judge, God pity them both! and pity us all, For of all sad words of tongue or pen, Ah, well for us all some sweet hope lies And, in the hereafter, angels may JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER QUAKERDOM. THE FORMAL CALL. THROUGH her forced, abnormal quiet Flashed the soul of frolic riot, When the noonday woods are ringing, All the birds of summer singing, Suddenly there falls a silence, and we know a serpent nigh: So upon the door a rattle Stopped our animated tattle, And a most malicious laughter lighted up her And the stately mother found us prim enough to downcast eyes; All in vain I tried each topic, suit her eye. CHARLES G. HALPINE THE CHESS-BOARD. My little love, do you remember, Ere we were grown so sadly wise, Those evenings in the bleak December, Curtained warm from the snowy weather, When you and I played chess together, Checkmated by each other's eyes? Ah! still I see your soft white hand Hovering warm o'er Queen and Knight; Brave Pawns in valiant battle stand; The double Castles guard the wings; The Bishop, bent on distant things, Moves, sidling, through the fight. Our fingers touch; our glances meet, And falter; falls your golden hair Against my cheek; your bosom sweet Is heaving. Down the field, your Queen Rides slow, her soldiery all between, And checks me unaware. Ah me the little battle 's done : Disperst is all its chivalry. Full many a move since then have we Mid life's perplexing checkers made, And many a game with fortune played; What is it we have won ? This, this at least, - if this alone : |