In one corner of the paper that lay neglected on the floor was the poem:—
"As through the land at eve we went,
And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
Oh, we fell out, I know not why,
And kissed again with tears.
"For when we came where lies the child
We lost in other years;
There above the little grave,
Oh, there above the little grave,
We kissed again with tears."
BROKEN IDOLS.
[Broken Idols.]
