Poetry
... 00tn1. SONNET-DECEMBER,_By EDIMUND OLLVR. TnE unseen Presence with the noiseless wing- Time-has swept bare the bounteous earth at last, And Summer's green and crimson shows have past From out men's sight, like cloud-shapes when winds sing. The seeds, which from the year's great ripening Were shaken, and within the warm earth cast, Live but in future life, and slumbering fast, Lie waiting for ...