The days glided by slowly, one by one,
At last she hastens—dear son, my son!
The chair that was vacant, again is filled,
And the heart throbs again are stilled, are stilled.
Colorado.
Great and mighty mountains high,
Piercing boldly through the sky;
With snow patched ridges here and there,
Solemn magnificance everywhere.
How majestic there you stand,
Your scenery so bold and grand,
Rivulets foaming, through deep ravines,
Throwing out green and silvery sheens.
Higher and higher up you go,
Where vegetation can never grow;
The snow lies sleeping the year around,
And deep glaciers on its bosom abound.
Great and mighty mountains high,
Piercing through the deep blue sky;
For palette or brush what need have we;
Look out of your window, a picture you’ll see.
Mrs. O’Day.
Miss Sigrid Hiland went out one day,
And decided to change her name to Mrs. O’Day;
Mr. Minister tied the knot firmly and strong,
For together they must live—we hope very long.
To housekeeping she set her heart with a vim,
Not to please herself; oh, no, but to please him;
And she is so sweet for this good man to possess,
She is winsome and brave, and will a home bless.
We wish you all joy that this world can give,
And for many years together, happy will live;
Let His way be your way, don’t vary a bit,
Then your hearts forever will be by holiness lit.