POETRY
... TO ANOTHER MARY IN HEAVEN. ae Our fleeting day of bliss was runti And Death had summoned thee, Mary, hr How could wre part? Our hear-ts wvore ono, Our love deop as tho sea, Mary;tr Even now, one mieer oy to share My hand was looked in thins, Mary, But meet thing eyes I could not dare,t Nor thou to meet with mine, Mary. m 0 leave me not unto the last - at (These were thy words to me, weeping) ...