HER BONNET. WHEN meeting-bells began to toll, She deftly tied her bonnet on, All in her neat, white-curtained room, before her tiny looking-glass. So nicely, round her lady-cheeks, She smoothed her bands of glossy hair, Her bonnet did not make her fair Then sternly chid her foolish heart for harboring such fancies there. So square she tied the satin strings, Then smiled to see how sweet she looked; And she must put such thoughts away before the sermon should begin. But, sitting 'neath the preached Word, She thought about her bonnet still,— Yes, all the parson's sermon through,— About its pretty bows and buds which better than the text she knew. Yet sitting there with peaceful face, She looked to be a very saint And maybe was one, on the whole Only that her pretty bonnet kept away the aureole. MARY E. WILKINS. GOOD NIGHT. GOOD night! Good night! Ah, good the night That wraps thee in its silver light, Good night! No night is good for me Good night! Be every night as sweet ANONYMOUS. Index to First Lines. A Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting, A rose leaned over a woodland pool, PAGE. 193 103 168 122 8 20 161 6 201 28 199 Ay, tear her tattered ensign down, B Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain, 142 By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 29 61 C Careless I climbed that path, and just behind, "Dear baby spoke to-day," she cried, Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, De Massa ob de sheepfol', Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Drawn by horses with decorous feet, E Elizabeth, alack, Elizabeth, F PAGE. 166 184 190 55 45 Farewell! It is no sorrowful word, 259 Five little white heads peeped out of the mold, 231 Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be, 77 Good night. Good night. Ah, good the night, 300 Go stand at night upon an ocean craft, . Here lies a common man. His horny hands, 104 45 Her sufferings ended with the day, He spoke of Burns; men rude and rough, . 82 2 34 258 ΙΟΙ 82 His was the swiftest foot, the merriest eye, 222 How dark it grows! The grieved light of day, 18 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, 187 292 I I am but constant as yon constant rocks, I cannot make him dead, Ice everywhere! The skater's iron heel, I do not own an inch of land, I fill this cup to one made up, If thou shouldst bid thy friend farewell, I have fancied sometimes, the old Bethel-bent beam, I glance through the curtain's fold, I hold that Christian grace abounds, I know not what shall befall me, PAGE. 21 90 137 36 106 290 25 141 47 93 73 I know what you're going to say," she said, I love it, I love it; and who shall dare, In moods of transient mournfulness, In the tempest of life, when the wave and the gale In the west, the weary day, Into the woods my Master went, I wus mighty good-lookin'.when I was young, J June leaves are green, pink is the rose,. 80 125 287 20 L Last night a mighty poet passed away, Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Learn, boy, from me what dwells in man alone, ៖ ២៨ 145 |