LIGHT AND SHADOW

"I LOVE you, little maid,"
Said the Sunbeam to the Shade,
As all day long she shrank away before him;
But at twilight, ere he died,
She was weeping at his side;
And he felt her tresses softly trailing o'er him.

SLEEP

WHEN he is a little chap,
We call him Nap.
When he somewhat older grows,
We call him Doze.
When his age by hours we number,
We call him Slumber.

THE FIRE-FLY

"ARE you flying through the night
Looking where to find me?"
"Nay; I travel with a light
For the folks behind me."