I saw a sailor, unto whom the sea
Was hearth and hope and love and wedding-
chime.

I saw a mother living in her child--
I saw a saint among his fellow men--
Brave soldiery before my eyes defiled
And solemn-hearted scholars--Sudden then

I cried: "The stars are no less neighborly
In their ethereal remoteness swung,
Than these near human orbits wherein we
Live out our lives and speak our chosen tongue!


"Love seek through all--less there be one
Least soul unlit within the night--
And over all, the selfsame sun
Give each creation light!"

MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON BIANCHI


THE RIOT

YOU may think my life is quiet.
I find it full of change,
An ever-varied diet,
As piquant as 'tis strange.