The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ckly when school was dismissed;It hears the boys shout as they roughly sighs of the girls as they each other kissed. How changed are they now, yet so similar thenThe wisest could scarcely a difference nearly the same were those embryo girls being cast in the one mould of we be as happy, if we could now scanThrough guises that Time has so tenderly thrownAround the young boy? Could we read in the manThe chum who in youth had but happiness known? Tis better perhaps that so little we know Of each when engaged in our
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ckly when school was dismissed;It hears the boys shout as they roughly sighs of the girls as they each other kissed. How changed are they now, yet so similar thenThe wisest could scarcely a difference nearly the same were those embryo girls being cast in the one mould of we be as happy, if we could now scanThrough guises that Time has so tenderly thrownAround the young boy? Could we read in the manThe chum who in youth had but happiness known? Tis better perhaps that so little we know Of each when engaged in our fight with the Fates. Success of the few would but seldom bestow Enough of good cheer to unfortunate mates. While envy perchance would but add to the grief Of those who, unfitted for lifes heavy care, Succeeding in nothing, would find no relief As they press with bare feet the sharp thorns of despair. I cannot imagine that SHE could grow old, The prettiest girl that I ever had met. Whose cheeks vied with peaches, her ringlets with gold,. 4_, > C3 u ^ C/3 & TJ dJ o; O ci -o X. G U II4 1 0 ^ z Whose smiles turned to blushes which haunt me so ask me not why, when I say I believeThat bright little girl—well, no matter her name-When school was dismissed did for some reason grieve,And went to her home sadder far than she came. Where is she to-day? What has been her lifes fate? My foolish heart yet questions once in a while; Has SHE ever thought of those days, and the mate Whose absence brought sadness, whose presence a smile ? I late saw her home; what a change in the place; No kindred nor friends ever enter the door; The strangers now there are a different race, Those charms once delightful pervade it no more. Decay and destruction are everywhere stamped; Rank burdocks will flourish where violets die, Those broad spreading maples, where rainbows encamped And left their rich robes when ascending the sky. Whose lambent flames filled the blue vault with their glow. Whose
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