TRANQUILLITY 



Do you respect the heavy-lidded flowers 

 That nod so drowsily upon their bed ? 



Can you endure the slow-stepped, dreamy hours 

 That fall, indifferent, to gold and red ? 



Have you the key that opens to green arches 

 Where trees repeat their prayers in monotone ? 



Then take my hand down life's mysterious marches, 

 And let us walk in silence and alone. 



HELEN HAY WHITNEY. 



SONG FROM "MAUD" 



COME into the garden, Maud, 



For the black bat, night, has flown, 



Come into the garden, Maud, 

 I am here at the gate alone ; 



And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 

 And the musk of the rose is blown. 



All night have the roses heard 



The flute, violin, bassoon ; 

 All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd 



To the dancers dancing in tune ; 

 Till a silence fell with the waking bird, 



And a hush with the setting moon. 



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