LAYS FROM THE WEST

BY

"STELLA"--M.A. NICHOLL


Then the spirit reached her fingers,
Taper things of rosy snow,
Took my songs, and as she took them,
"Tiny germs," she whispered "go!
Root among the coming hours,
Seeds are ye of many flowers,
Which from out the winds will grow!"

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Dedicated

WITH MUCH GRATITUDE AND AFFECTION

TO

_MRS. T. SPOTISWOOD ASH,_

THE MANOR HOUSE,

BELLAGHY, IRELAND.