THE TRIBUNE.
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Froui the New MiTio'.
app,sr il. dear It's genuine heart-music
boprh you shall find it rude and uncouth, there
strain of holiness in 1.-THE holiness Of sor-
s."-tFrom a frisnd.''


MY FADED FLOWER.
With dim and mute surprise,
Looking out of her violet eyes,
She passed through life in f,ful CLEAN,
And faded like dream.
Watching hcr, day by day,
Night after nght-wi,h no time to pray
We shuddering saw her struggle with death,
Then smile away her breath.
Family as beat her heart
That little one-when called 10 part,
We found that strong and mighty chain
Was rudely snapped in twain.
Linking her heart with mine,
Closely. oh strongly, did il ,wine
Around my sous-and lightning love
Played on il from above.
Baby, sleeping and dead
Flowers and birds DER thy silent bed.
Laugh and weep 20 the summer sky
Would too could die!
For life is dull, sad fever,
Eating into the heart forever
and smiles are but mocking dreams-aud Low,
Lives but in heaven above.
Withered with csaseesy care,
Faictiug with wearinss. ind despair,
Weak and fearful and sick I'll heart,
sigh but 10 depart.
My daughter returned TO heaven
Il to thee it is haply siycn,
Pat up prayer with thy gentle syce,
2 haste me TO the skies.