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delight of my life to sprinkle our heart he would have come nearer 



lawn of an evening, and only last to the truth. 



night I heard mother remarking to It may be months before we 



a neighbor that it was wonderful to meet, it may indeed be after the 



see how much interest I took in water is frozen and the lilacs and 



keeping the grass well watered, larkspurs have gone into winter 



And the other day when one of the retirement, but somehow I feel 



boys in the store asked me to go to deep in my heart a conviction that 



a vaudeville performance with him some day I shall be standing before 



I declined, saying that I had to my fair unknown, pleading for the 



water the lawn. He mattered privilege of doing her sprinkling 



something about water on the brain, for life. 

 but if he had said water on the 



SWEET MEMORIES. 



By ELIZABETH M. GRISWOLD. 



The memories which love to store in mind 

 And oftenest recall, nre not the kind 



Which make a person wise, 

 I care not for the dates of peace or war, 

 For facts and figures gleaned from near and far 



In- which much knowledge lies. 



I love to think of Nature at her best 



When gold and purple paint the glowing West, 



And gild each peak and spire. 

 Or when the splendors of her Autumn shine 

 On every burning bush, while tree and vine 



Are pillars bright of fire. 



Sweet, too, the memory of her gentle moods, 

 The flower and leaf unfolding in her woods, 



The sweet breath of her spring, 

 Of glad hours when I rest beneath her shade 

 And listen, while from every copse and glade 



Her hidden choirs sing. 



Let those who will hoard up their learned lore, 

 Their secrets gleaned from wisdom's garnered store 



And kept by them alone. 

 I'll hold in mind where first the violet peeps, 

 Where, rocked in gentle waves, the lily sleeps, 



Their secrets are my own. 



