POETRY.

WOMAN-A soNG.-By Barry CO1rIrail
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WOMAN--A SONG.--By Ba'Ty Cor1cGH Re gentle with woman, our heart of hearts, Who ioveth us even while life departs! tF. Oh call her not ickle, nor false, nor van! Oh, toGch not so tender heart with pam! What! woman, the treasure, the gem, the tiowerf The star that is hrghtin the widest hour The bird that comes singing to sterner breast F Al should we not teach 1t to love it's nest2 Come on let us vow that they all are lair; Let's shout of their virtues in earth and aIr! Let's sooihe them, and guard them, and so repay The love that slIey lend in our darker day Oh, value their gifts beyond gifts of gold, All you of the slerner and coarser mould And learn that their love, amidst toil and strife, Is the spirit that cAlmeth and crowneth life!