In benison on its sod;
And the smiling fields of the spring looked up,
A thanksgiving glad, to God;
And the little children laughed to see
The wild-flowers star the sod.

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Hark! hark! to the thundrous roar!
Like a demon of fable old,
The fiery steed of the rail hath swept
Thro' the ancient mountain-hold.
And the green hills shudder to feel his breath--
The challenge of New to Old.

FRANCES MARGARET MILNE,
in _For Today._



MAY 8.


JOAQUIN MILLER TO THE MONEY GETTER.

Yes! I am a dreamer.

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While you seek gold in the earth, why, I