LIFE'S TRIO. 



By H. S. BAKER. 



Oh Dream of Life! whose vapory ambitions 



And floating, fleeting fortunes fill all space; 

 Whose things of beauty make a moment happy; 



Whose fashions, finished fancies interlace; 

 Whose brightest lights like rocket stars shall vanish 



And make calm eve to seem a darkness felt, 

 Be part of life, sweet Dream, till earth shall perish 



And home be Heaven, where love has always dwelt. 



Oh War of Life! whose ceaseless strife and clamor 



And blood and tears make living seem a pain; 

 Whose iron heroes have no rest till dying; 



Where wealth is law and wisdom cries in vain; 

 Where air is smoke, and love a greedy passion 



And roses, paint and music, soulless din; 

 Do not invade, Oh War of Life, the province 



My heart and I have taken shelter in. 



Oh End of Life! so real and yet mysterious; 



Whose cold and darkness awe the truly brave, 

 Which gives reprieve to none for gold or honor, 



And makes the proudest seek the lowly grave; 

 Which gives my place and yours to those who follow, 



And brings to dust the earth built works of man. 

 Hope calls thee but "The usher of the future," 



"The end of vanity," life's first short span. 



A PURPOSE. 



A purpose strong and high and true. 



Towards which the daily work we do 



Must aim, and ever strive to meet. 



'Tis this alone develop will 



And energy to work until 



Our souls in striving grow complete. 



TO ONOWA. 



By WILL SKALING. 



Oh! the world is full of beauty and the east is flushed with light, 

 And the stars that glitter brightly, are fading from my sight. 

 Oh! the morn is full of music and the morn birds matin hymn, 

 So undeth sweet and ever clearer as the light robed seraphim. 



