THE VEILED AURORA 



'The tints of sparkling gems that gleam as flame y 



The clean-cut lines that grace and strength proclaim. 



The wild resistance skill alone could tame 



Were thine — all thine. 

 In quivering throes didst thou, as if in shame. 



To death resign. 



'Tis Nature's law that thou shouldst thus resent 



Invasion of thy home where sweet content 



Spread through the lovely pond. Thy life is spent. 



Thy race is run. 

 And we who capture thee, thy death lament. 



Thou gamy one. 



'^S9 



