A HUNDRED years from now, dear heart, We shall not care at all. It will not matter then a whit, The honey or the gall. The summer days that we have known Will all forgotten be and flown; The garden will be overgrown Where now the roses fall. A hundred years from now, dear heart, The throbbing crimson tide of life Will not have left a stain. 66 The song we sing together, dear, A hundred years from now, dear heart, The sea of care will surge in vain These glasses we turn down to-day A hundred years from now, dear heart, And kiss me through the rose-leaf rain; And dream one more dream there. GOD BLESS YOU, DEAR, TO-DAY" If there be graveyards in the heart A place of wrecks and old gray tombs If there come dreary winter days, And lie, forgot, in withered drifts To-day If all the wreaths a lover weaves For if we cannot keep the past, If Life's a lie, and Love's a cheat, Then here's a health to fond deceit God bless you, dear, to-day! TO-DAY John Bennett [1865 I BRING you all my olden days, I bring you all my lonely days, I love you through the wistful haze And on pale seas, beneath wan sky, I voyage still, till you and I Over the world are met. I bring you all my happy days,- I love you as the sunlight stays On mountains heaped with snow: I toss to-day; for you and I Over the world are met! Benjamin R. C. Low [1880 663 TO ARCADY ACROSS the hills of Arcady It will not lead through solitudes So walk but hand in hand with me- Charles Buxton Going [1863 WILD WISHES I WISH, because the sweetness of your passing I wish, because the softness of your breathing To stir the night breeze with your dearest name! I wish, because the glory of your dreaming Strews all the field of heaven with throbbing stars, That I might storm the portals of your slumber, And soar with you beyond night's golden bars! "Because of You" I wish to be the day you die, Beloved, 665 Though at its close my foolish heart must break! Ethel M. Hewitt [18 “BECAUSE OF YOU" SWEET have I known the blossoms of the morning But now my flowers have found a fuller fragrance, Long have I worshiped in my soul's enshrining Wise have I seen the uses of life's labor; To all its puzzles found some answering clue. But now my life has learned a nobler meaning, Because of you. In the past days I chafed at pain and waiting, In the long years of silences that part us Dimmed by my tears and darkened to my view, Close shall I hold my memories and my madness, Because of you. Whether our lips shall touch or hands shall hunger, Sophia Almon Hensley [1866 |