LOVE, THE PILGRIM.

VERY day a Pilgrim, blindfold,

When the night and morning meet,

Entereth the slumbering city,

Stealeth down the silent street;

Lingereth round some battered doorway,
Leaves unblest some portal grand,
And the walls, where sleep the children,
Toucheth, with his warm young hand.
Love is passing! Love is passing!-
Passing while ye lie asleep :

In your blessed dreams, O children,
Give him all your hearts to keep !

Blindfold is this Pilgrim, Maiden;
Though to-day he touch'd thy door,
He may pass it by to-morrow-

Pass it-to return no more.

Let us then with prayers entreat him,—

Youth! her heart, whose coldness grieves,

May one morn by Love be softened;
Prize the treasure that he leaves.
Love is passing! Love is passing!
All, with hearts to hope and pray,
Bid this pilgrim touch the lintels

Of your doorways every day.

HAMILTON AÏDÉ.

THE GUEST.

IGHTS Love, the timorous bird, to dwell, While summer smiles, a guest with you? Be wise betimes, and use him well,

And he will stay in winter, too : For you can have no sweeter thing Within the heart's warm nest to sing.

The blue-plumed swallows fly away,
Ere autumn gilds a leaf; and then
Have wit to find, another day,

The little clay-built house again :
He will not know, a second spring,
His last year's nest, if Love take wing.

THOMAS ASHE.

WE is come with a song and a smile,
Welcome Love with a smile and a song :

Love can stay but a little while.

Why cannot he stay? They call him away :
Ye do him wrong, ye do him wrong;
Love will stay for a whole life long.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

IV.

LOVE GIVES ALL AWAY.

ND what is Love by nature?"
My pretty true-love sighs;

And I reply, In feature

A child with pensive eyes;

An infant, forehead shaded
With many ringlet rings,
And pearly shoulders faded
In the colour of his wings.

His ways are those of children
Who come to be caressed;

Or, as a little wild wren

Who fears to leave her nest.

He is shy; if one shall beckon,
He hides, will not obey;
He spends, and will not reckon,
For Love gives all away.

He hoards to lavish only,

And lives in miser way,