A VALENTINE. SHE that is fair, though never vain or proud, True to herself, yet willing to submit, More swayed by love, than ruled by worldly wit; So at her door go leave my Valentine. COMMON SENSE. SHE came among the gathering crowd, And when they asked her humble name, Her modest garb drew every eye, Her ample cloak, her shoes of leather, And when they sneered, she simply said, "I dress according to the weather." They argued long, and reasoned loud, Why girls so young should be so serious. COMMON SENSE. They knew the length of Plato's beard, And took the Bible for her pattern. And so she said, “Excuse me, friends, With cheerful hearts and smiling faces.” 4 49 THE DEAD. "Still the same, no charm forgot, Nothing lost that Time had given." FORGET not the Dead, who have loved, who have left us, Who bend o'er us now, from their bright homes above; But believe,― never doubt,—that the God who bereft us Permits them to mingle with friends they still love. Repeat their fond words, all their noble deeds cherish, Speak pleasantly of them who left us in tears; Other joys may be lost, but their names should not perish While time bears our feet through the valley of years. THE DEAD. 51 Dear friends of our youth! can we cease to remember The last look of life, and the low-whispered prayer? O, cold be our hearts as the ice of December When Love's tablets record no remembrances there. Then forget not the Dead, who are evermore nigh us, Still floating sometimes to our dream-haunted bed;In the loneliest hour, in the crowd, they are by us; Forget not the Dead! oh, forget not the Dead! |