In a Rose Garden And vainly there foregathered, Shall we regret the sun? Ah, child! the world's dark marges Sail for an unknown shore, Our pride! Ah, should we miss it, Or will it serve at last? 639 Ernest Dowson (1867-1900] IN A ROSE GARDEN A HUNDRED years from now, dear heart, We shall not care at all. It will not matter then a whit, The honey or the gall. The summer days that we have known Will all forgotten be and flown; The garden will be overgrown Where now the roses fall. A hundred years from now, dear heart, The throbbing crimson tide of life Will not have left a stain. The song we sing together, dear, A hundred years from now, dear heart, The sea of care will surge in vain These glasses we turn down to-day A hundred years from now, dear heart, Then fill the glasses up again, And kiss me through the rose-leaf rain; "GOD BLESS YOU, DEAR, TO-DAY" If there be graveyards in the heart A place of wrecks and old gray tombs If there come dreary winter days, And lie, forgot, in withered drifts Her Pathway If all the wreaths a lover weaves For if we cannot keep the past, Then here's a health to fond deceit God bless you, dear, to-day! 641 John Bennett (1865 HER PATHWAY So sweet a path it is that I And all the flowers love it: The gracious goldenrod sways nigh, In ruby or in golden cup Its name the lichen pledges, And crimson-berried vines creep up, The bees and crickets sing its songs, The shadows kiss it lightly, And little pines with jealous frown And I, too, fain would keep its way Sweet path, dear path, down which each day, My little true love passes. Cornelia Kane Rathbone [18 TO ARCADY ACROSS the hills of Arcady It will not lead through solitudes 'Tis in no unfamiliar land Lit by some distant star. So walk but hand in hand with me- Charles Buxton Going [1863 WILD WISHES I WISH, because the sweetness of your passing I wish, because the softness of your breathing To stir the night breeze with your dearest name! I wish, because the glory of your dreaming Strews all the field of heaven with throbbing stars, That I might storm the portals of your slumber, And soar with you beyond night's golden bars! "Because of You" I wish to be the day you die, Beloved, 643 Though at its close my foolish heart must break! But most of all, I wish, my dearest darling, To be the Blessed Morning when you wake! Ethel M. Hewitt [18 "BECAUSE OF YOU" SWEET have I known the blossoms of the morning But now my flowers have found a fuller fragrance, Long have I worshiped in my soul's enshrining Wise have I seen the uses of life's labor; To all its puzzles found some answering clue. But now my life has learned a nobler meaning, Because of you. In the past days I chafed at pain and waiting, In the long years of silences that part us Dimmed by my tears and darkened to my view, Close shall I hold my memories and my madness, Because of you. Whether our lips shall touch or hands shall hunger, Sophia Almon Hensley [1866 |