Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

I’ll say, ‘Again let manhood rise!’

The mist from clouded brows I’ll clear,

And dreary dreams from heavy eyes.

Back to your Muse her voice I’ll give,

And once again you’ll find the days

All blessed—as you bind the sheaf—

Reaping your unmown upland ways.

A SICK MAN’S JEALOUSY.

A heavy cross, the lot Fate laid upon her—

“Suffer! be silent! weep not! feign the smile!”