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POET'S CORNER.

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POET'S CORNER. SNOWDROPS. Dainty, fragile, fairy bells, Growing sweet in nooks and dells; Darling of the early spring, Witching, bonny, graceful thing. Stay with us awhile, we pray, Teach us lessons day by day; Many things we'd learn from thea In thy spotless purity. Tell us, little blossom fair, Whisper softly on the air— Would you, had you but the power, Choose to be a summer flower? 'Mid the wind's low mournful sigh, Clearly comes the brave reply— "No, I'm well content to be In the place God meant for me." EILEEN CARPRAE. SILVER AND GRAY. Silver the shine of the moon on the wave, Burnished the path of the light on the sea, Gray looms the shore where the tides gently lave, Lichened the walls of the church by the quay, Silver and gray. Silver the catkins on willow-tree shake, Lonely the graves midst the whispering grass, lover the stem of the birch in the brake, Eerie the cry of the gulls as they pass- Silver and gray. Hope for the morrow, though dark be the hour; Get thee try trappings, why garb ye in gray? Courage keep always when battle-clouds lower, Silver a broadsword to wield in the fray- Silver and gray. J. JOHNSTON SMITH.

, HER VENGEANCE

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, HER VENGEANCE