er side she saw,
and love was law.
her burden of life again,
nigh.t have been!"

iner and household drudge4
m both ! and pity us all,
the dreams of youth recall;
Ld words of tongue or pen,
are these - "It might have been !"
,r us all some sweet hone lies

BY FLO!

.EEP, MOTHER.
C  PERCY.
vard, 0 Time, in your flight,
just for to-night !
the echoless shore,
Leart as of yore ;
he furrows of care,
reads out of my hair;
oving watch keep -
r rock me to sleep!
,0 tide of the years
of tears -

Yet with strong yearning, and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come frcm the silence so long and so deep-
Rock me to sleep, mother - rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like a mother's love ever has shone
No other worship abides and endures-
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours;
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calm o'er my heavy lids creep -
Rock me to sleep, mother - rock me to sleep I
Come, let your brown hair just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Happy will throng the sweet visions of yore
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep -
Rock me to sleep, mother-rock me to sleep I
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long,
Since I last listened to your lullaby song;
Sing, then, and unto my heart it shall seem,
Womanhood's years have been only a dream;
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes, just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep -
Rock me to sleep, mother - rock me to sleep!
KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GRAY.
WO brown heads with laughing curls,
Red lips shutting over pearls,
Bare feet white, and wet with dew,
Two eyes black, and two eyes blue;
Little girl and boy were they,
Katie Lee and Willie Gray.
They were standing where a brook,
Bending like a shepherd's crook,
Flashed its silver, and thick ranks
Of green willows fringed its banks;
Half in thought and half in play,
Katie Lee and Willie Gray.
They had cheeks like cherries red;
He was taller - 'most a head;
She, with arms like wreaths of snow,
Swung a basket to and fro,
As they loitered, half in play,
Katie Lee and Willie Gray.
Pretty Katie," Willie said -
And there came a flash of red
Through the brownness of his cheek -