Thou who canst chain the eagle's power,
Canst never tame the dove.
E. C. Embury.
4. Lady.—Let me gaze for a moment, that ere I die
I may read thee, lady, a prophecy.
That brow may beam in glory awhile,
That cheek may bloom, and that lip may smile,
But clouds shall darken that brow of snow,
And sorrow blight thy bosom's glow.
Miss L. Davidson.