. Godey's lady's book . t had always cheered her,the smile that had been brightest for her the dream brought back another face,another voice, whispering, as of old, her namewith every tone of tenderness, till she heard asif from afar, the mothers voice :— Softly, Alfred, do not rouse her suddenly,and she opened her eyes to meet a flood oflight, to find her head pillowed on her loversshoulder, his face bending over hers, his warm,loving kisses pressing her lips. WAITING. BY ADELAIDE STOUT. Amid the shadows blossoms wait, The dewy gift of eve,Fair brows uplifted tremblingly, The
. Godey's lady's book . t had always cheered her,the smile that had been brightest for her the dream brought back another face,another voice, whispering, as of old, her namewith every tone of tenderness, till she heard asif from afar, the mothers voice :— Softly, Alfred, do not rouse her suddenly,and she opened her eyes to meet a flood oflight, to find her head pillowed on her loversshoulder, his face bending over hers, his warm,loving kisses pressing her lips. WAITING. BY ADELAIDE STOUT. Amid the shadows blossoms wait, The dewy gift of eve,Fair brows uplifted tremblingly, The to receive. Sweet is the hush of eventide,More softly than the light, Oer all things pure and beautifulRest now the wings of night. So like the silence of the soul,When every thought is still ; Like angels with white folded wingsThat wait to know Gods will. To those who wait in faith, 0 God ! Through all the silent hours,Thy peace steals sweetly as the dew, To every waiting flower. NOVELTIES FOR DECEMBER. Fig. Fig. 2. Fig. 3.
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