The gold and gems that others find so fair.
Dear hands, where bridal jewel never shone,
Whereon no lover’s kiss was ever pressed,
Crossed in unwonted quiet on the breast—
I see, through tears, your glory newly won;
The golden circlet of life’s work well done,
Set with the shining pearl of perfect rest.
FROM THE COUNTRY PRESS.
Joys and Sorrows That Flit With the Flies Into Rural Editorial Sanctums—A Denial of Matrimonial Intent, the Tale of a Dog, and a Little Gossip That May be Useful at Quilting Parties.