The village gossips love to dwell upon the happiness of the brave young lovers, of the restoration of the gray-haired father to his old home in honor and in plenty, and of the blooming lads and lassies that sprang up as time passed tenderly over the heads of the reunited household.
A REVERIE
The twilight falls in gloom;
All day the fitful sun and sparkling show'r
Have played at hide-and-seek amid the bloom—
The varied tints of Spring's fresh bow'r.
Oh, sure each bud and blossom knows the spell
Their subtle fragrance weaves about my brow;