For The Tribune.
SUNRISE sTAsNzAs;
Aadressea to Young Lady,


BYE. ROMANO.

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s FAIR cen as thou is yonder light
Which streaks the morning coming dawn
And casts its mild and shadowy ray


Upon the hillside and the lawn,
As if TO ask the reason, why
1t should not NEE, your youthful eye
See those proud oaks upon the hills
ii, The monarchs Of the woody land
The cedar, maple, and the bay
The younger members of the band,
Seem all mass Of FURNISHED gold
Set in the mountains ample fold.
Who would recline on beds Of ease,


And sleep away morn's precious hour,
Instead of wand'rng forth to see


The opening of the daylight flower,
And greet scene so bright as this,
And WOO the sun, to steal kiss?
PougAkeepsie. April. 1912.