LOVE, THE PILGRIM. VERY day a Pilgrim, blindfold, When the night and morning meet, Entereth the slumbering city, Stealeth down the silent street; Lingereth round some battered doorway, In your blessed dreams, O children, Blindfold is this Pilgrim, Maiden; Pass it-to return no more. Let us then with prayers entreat him,— Youth! her heart, whose coldness grieves, May one morn by Love be softened; Of your doorways every day. HAMILTON Aïde. 1 THE GUEST. IGHTS Love, the timorous bird, to dwell, And he will stay in winter, too : The blue-plumed swallows fly away, The little clay-built house again : THOMAS ASHE. III. VE is come with a song and a smile, Love can stay but a little while. Why cannot he stay? They call him away: Love will stay for a whole life long. ALFRED TENNYSON. LOVE GIVES ALL AWAY. ND what is Love by nature?" A child with pensive eyes; An infant, forehead shaded His ways are those of children Or, as a little wild wren Who fears to leave her nest. He is shy; if one shall beckon, He hoards to lavish only, And lives in miser way, |