WITHOUT SUN I KEEP SILENCE 



" Up ! " they cry, " the day is come 



On the smiling valleys: 

 We have beat the morning drum ; 

 Playmate, join your allies ! " 



R. L. STEVENSON. 

 A Child's Garden of Verses. 



My pleasaunce was an undulating green, 

 Stately with trees whose shadows slept below, 



With glimpses of smooth garden-beds between 

 Like flame or sky or snow. 



Woodpigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled 



there ; 

 My trees were full of songs and flowers and 



fruit ; 



Their branches spread a city in the air 

 And mice lodged in their root. 



CHRISTINA E. ROSSETTI. 



From House to Home. 



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