Hope.
All the path is dark with shadows
And the road is hard to see,
But there's sunshine on the hill-tops
And that's the way for me!
There are many blessings in this world, but a shade-tree at the end of the cotton row, and a water-melon cooling in a seventy-foot well are two of its greatest joys.
To One Departed.
I.
This life, Dear Heart, seems all so small and mean
Since thou art gone,—its prizes vague and vain,
Its efforts fruitless and its glories lean,
And all its heaped-up treasures worthless gain!