TREASURE-TROVE.

Something I’ve found on my way

Through earth to-day;

Something of value untold,

Brighter than gold;

Something more fair than the tint

Of morning glint;

Something more sweet than the song

Of feathered throng;

Something that lovelier glows

Than queenly rose;

Something more sparkling by far

Than yon bright star;

Something I cherish—how well?

Words cannot tell.

Something—Oh, can you not guess?

Then I confess.

Some one has said ‘Love is blind;’

Yet do I find,

Deep in the heart of my Love,

My Treasure-Trove!

H. K. W.

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