BY ELIZABETH P. ALLAN.
Fair Perseus slept upon enchanted ground,
And to him came, but with no stir or sound,
The goddess Pallas, whose clear, shining eyes
Read all men’s hearts that are beneath the skies.
“Many there be,” she cried, “who dwell at ease,
Who neither do nor dare—art thou of these?
Or dost thou to some glorious deed aspire?