Give not a sound, and all around is mute
In the deep sabbath of a heart too full
For words or tears, here let us strew the sod
With the first flowers of spring, and make to them
An offering of the plenty Nature gives,
And they have rendered ours—perpetually.
A MARVEL OF BEAUTY!
A New Series by the New Art!
THE ILLUMINATED DIME
POCKET NOVELS!