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EARTH’S VIGILANTS.
" The day In silent glory hath out-burned,
And o’er the blackened embers’dusky glow
Nymphs of the night their gloomed shadows
Sjjfeft? throw,
'*“' / •• The winking stars their earthward eyes have
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Wistful and sad and bright—
' And this is night.
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Hours of dire gloom -then grey skies drear,
Mauve casting into rose, a tinge of gold;
’ y-- -:>. z !,r~r^Broken bird-song, all that the air can hold,
Then clouds and breeze adrift and
Shaft of •un-khine clear.
Stars faintly pale—watch-worn—
"■=* ' And this is morn.
'*" -'■ fc _ Janbt Bowmaster.
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For Woman’s Work.
The Reverie of Old Age.
My mind to-night takes backward flight,
To days of long ago;
Their record seems like mystic dreams,
Though once so real, I know.
A child I see on bended knee,
Beside his mother’s chair;
God’s grace impressed his heart, and blest
Him, through her love and care.
A youth’s fair face comes next in place,
With hopes and fancies bright;
Smooth seems the way— ’ tis clear as day —
No thought of gloomy night.
In manhood’s life a gentle wife,
And children gather round;
Their love so sweet makes home complete —
Earth’s heights of bliss are found.
Then comes the blow —dear ones lain low,
And in that once blest home,
The specter, Death, with icy breath,
Proclaims them as his own.
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Though dark and cold, the graves that hold]
The forms I loved so well,
Their spirits wait within the gate,
Where saints and angels dwell.
Life’s closing page is worn with age,
With heartfelt grief and care;
Though so bereft, one hope is left,
I soon shall meet them there.
M. Warner.
GOOD CHEER IS LIFE’S OWN SUNSHINE
ATHENS, GEORGIA. FEBRUARY, 1894.
COXTT’EXTTS.
POETRY. PAQR
,' First Love: A Pen Picture i
r A Petition. Nellie V- Mayhew 4
All Things are Puzzles. Emma Seekle Marshall 6
r Work vs. Reward. 6
I Undecided. Cora Glover Lyle 7
I FICTION.
Golden Rod. Mary Kennard 1
| Country Cousins. Bertha Packard Englet 4
S A Midnight Marriage 7
MISCELLANEOUS.
I Fashion Notes 5
Anecdotes of Handel 6
Nuts to Crack 6
Novelties in Fancy Work. Maud Wyatt 9
Valentine Time. Imogene E. Johnson 9
DEPARTMENTS.
Ideas in Dress 5
Nutcrackers’ Corner. 6
Editorial 8
Flower Talks 9
Leaves From My Cook Book. Hannah Hughes 10
Subscribers’ Column 16
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