Let the Sultan bring his boasted horses,
Prancing with their diamond-studded reins;
They, my darling, shall not match thy fleetness
When they course with thee the desert plains!
We have seen Damascus, O my beauty!
And the splendor of the Pashas there;
What's their pomp and riches? why, I would not
Take them for a handful of thy hair!
BAYARD TAYLOR.
[Illustration: After a painting by Sir Edwin Landseer]
"WAITING FOR MASTER."
Though late the master's voice is heard above,
And slowly lag his footsteps on the stair,
No hint of weariness to him ascends
From those who uncomplaining wait him there.
If patience, faithfulness and perfect love
Are ranked as noble virtues everywhere,
May we not claim for these three loyal friends
A right in such nobility to share?
PART II
A GROUP OF WORKERS
ROBERT'S DREAM.
One hot afternoon Robert was playing under the maple tree. He was tired of his wagon and his train of cars, and he looked about for something else to play with. "Come here, Prince!" he said to his dog. "Let me put my hat on your head and play that you are a little boy."