Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood! Receive my soul, ye burning, awful deeps; Touch and baptize me with the mighty power That in ye thrills, while the dark planet sleeps; Make me all yours for one blest, secret hour! O glittering host, O high angelic choir, Silence each tone that with thy music jars; Fill me even as an urn with thy white fire Till all I am is kindred to the stars! Make me thy child, thou infinite, holy night,So shall my days be full of heavenly light! "EACH MOMENT HOLY IS." EACH moment holy is, for out from God Each moment flashes forth a human soul. Holy each moment is, for back to him Some wandering soul each moment home returns. A WOMAN'S THOUGHT. I AM a woman—therefore I may not Call to him, cry to him, Fly to him, Bid him delay not! And when he comes to me, I must sit quiet: Still as a stone All silent and cold. If my heart riot Crush and defy it! Should I grow bold Say one dear thing to him, All my life fling to him, What to atone Is enough for my sinning! This were the cost to me, At last if he part from me, Hurt beyond cure,- Then must I hold me- In myself fold me- Showing no sign to him Pity me, lean to me, The Sonnet. # What is a comet? I is this fearly shell From A two. Elped ford, Aster, a song-ah me! Sometimes, a heavy tolling funeral bell. This vor An flame that shook with Druter treating The Colemn organ oberen Mittonn played, And this clear plase where thakesperes shacks fatis A pea this is -ben are she sutureth! For like a fjord the narrow floor is laid Mid-ca desh to the theen monitani walls. Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme, The earth is fresh to you and me — G GEORGE HOUGHTON. EORGE W. W. HOUGHTON was born at Cambridge, Mass., August 12, 1850. He graduated from the High School of his native place in 1868, but did not attend college. His first publication was a "Christmas Booklet," in 1872, followed by "Songs from Over the Sea," 1874; “Album Leaves," 1877; Drift from York Harbor, Maine," 1879; "The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk," 1880. Of the latter poem a second edition, revised, appeared in 1881. A year later a collection selected mainly from his previous publications was issued, entitled, "Niagara and Other Poems." Since 1882 Mr. Houghton has given very little verse to the public, but it is hoped that he has not resigned a garden which he has cultivated with marked success. Mr. Houghton is a member of the Authors Club, and for a number of years has been the editor of The Hub, a commercial paper, the leading representative of its particular field. C. W. M SCARRED. FAR nobler the sword that is nicked and worn, He was tried and found true; he stood the test; 'Neath whirlwinds of doubt, when all the rest Crouched down and submitted, he fought best. There are wounds on his breast that can never be healed, There are gashes that bleed, and may not be sealed, But wounded and gashed. he won the field. And others may dream in their easy-chairs, THE GATEWAY. A VACATION EPISODE. WE crossed the pasture-land together, I wished the sunshine would not flicker Then hers she shaded with her bonnet— I wished the catbird would not whistle, Now all was silent; in the stubble That all the crickets would not cease. I saw the gateway as we neared it, I shaped my mouth and formed the word, When from her bonnet, bent demurely, A little laugh I thought I heard. A ploughboy passing, smiled and nodded, I bit my lip and blushed for shame; Then stooped to pick a blood-red berry,— 'Twas sour, and speechless I became. I leaned upon the bars; she fluttered I turned, I staggered from the roadway,- |