A LEGACY

DO you remember, little cloud,
This morning when you lay—
A mist along the river—what
The waters had to say?
And how the many-coloured flowers
That on the margin grew,
All promised when the day was done
To leave their tints to you?

AMID THE ROSES

THERE was laughter 'mid the Roses,
For it was their natal day;
And the children in the garden were
As light of heart as they.
There were sighs amid the Roses,
For the night was coming on;
And the children—weary now of play—
Were ready to be gone.
There are tears amid the Roses,
For the children are asleep;
And the silence of the garden makes
The lonely blossoms weep.