TO An ABSENT WIFE.
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'Iis morn-the sea-breeze seems to bring
Joy, health, and freshness on its wing
Bright flowers, TO me all strange and new,
Are glittering inlhe early dew
And perfume rise from every grove
As incense to the clouds that move
Like spirits DER yon welkin clear
But am sad-thou art not here.
IT'S noon-a calm, unbroken sleep
Is on the blue waves of the deep
A soft haze like fairy dream
Is floating over wood and stream
And many broad magnolia flower,
Within its shadowy woodland bower,
Is cleaning like lovely star
But am sad-thou art afar.
lis eve-on earth the sunset skies
Are painting their own Eden dyes
The stars come down and trembling glow
Like blossoms in the wave below
And, like some unseen sprte, the breeze
Seems lingering mid these orange trees,
Breathing its music round the spot
But am sld--l see thee not.
Ills midnight--wih soothing spell
The far tones Of the ocean swell
Soft as mothers cadence mild
Low bending DER her sleeping child
And on each wandering breeze are heard
The rich notes of the mocking bird
In many wild and wondrous lay
But am sad--thou art away.
SINK In dreams--low, sweet, end clear,
Ihy own dear voice is in my ear
Around my cheek thy tresses twine--
Thy own loved hand is clasped in mine
Thy own soft lip 10 mine is pressed
Thy head is pillowed en- my breast
Oh! have all my heart holds dear
And am happy--thou art here.


BILOXI, May 81, 1916. G.. ID. p.


SIMPLE AFFINITY.


Some wafer and oil


One day had broil,
As down IN glass they were dropping,


And would not unite,


But continued 10 fight,
Without any prospect of stopping.


Some pearlash o'erheard,


And as quick as word,
He jumped in the midst of the clashing,


When all three agreed,


And united with speed,
And soap was created for washing.


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0oF What is the reason lady can't
whistle? Because she can never
cease talking long enough.