CONTENTS

[Dedication][IX]
[Author’s Note][XI]
POEMS OF LIFE.
Page
[Today][5]
[Jewels][6]
[Something Gone][7]
[A-Maying][8]
[Tribute][9]
[Good-Bye][10]
[The Wondrous Song][14]
[Miladi][17]
[The Something-my-life-has-missed][18]
[Contentment][20]
[Gone][21]
[To My Muse][22]
[Conception][24]
[Awakening][25]
[The House Built on Sands][26]
[To a Butterfly][28]
[A Fragment][29]
[Query][30]
[I Close Mine Eyes][32]
[Understanding][33]
[We Met in May][34]
[I Turn Me Down a Lighted Way][36]
[Counsel][37]
[Decision][39]
[You Never Guessed the Secret][40]
[The Light][42]
[Education][43]
[Re-Adjustment][44]
[FROM “RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS”]
[When Grandmama Was Little][53]
[Harolds Lament][55]
[Mrs Spider][57]
[The Naughty Little Girl][58]
[On the Stair][60]
[The Land O’Dreams][61]
[The Middle of the Night][63]
[When Our Fathers Were Little Boys][65]
[Slumber Land][67]
[The New Brother][68]

POEMS OF LIFE

TO-DAY

THE Yesterdays we might have called our own
But which, in our blindness, we let slip by,
Alas! they know not to return again,
Deep-buried doth each, within its grave, lie.