honey upon the world. Under this won- dead, the fire-god will come forth and 

 derful tree is hidden the horn of doom, burn up the world, when there shall rise 

 and when this sounds the great Ash will a new world, a better world, with a new 

 crack and bend, the sea will give up its Ash Tree in the center. 



Evelyn Singer. 



LITTLE BROTHERS OF THE AIR. 



Gone — 

 A voice, from the anthem of dawn ! 

 So golden a voice and so gay, 

 So blithe o'er the birth of the day ! 

 Ah ! who would be fain to adorn 

 Herself — by thus wronging the morn? 



Lost — 

 A wing, that, undipped, should have crossed 

 The sky, in free joyance of flight, 

 To soar in the blue out of sight ! 

 Amid all the trophies of earth- 

 To make, in the Heavens, such dearth ! 



Stilled— 

 A throbbing heart, spring would have thrilled, 

 Though slight, with what ecstasy strong. 

 Of mating and nesting and song ! 

 Yet she of the warm human heart, 

 Hath herein borne unwitting part ! 



Slain ! 

 No softlier word doth remain — 

 A bird of too glowing a crest — 

 Too brilliant a bloom on its breast ! 

 Alas ! doth she dream what is done, 

 In wake of her will, 'neath the sun? 



— Edith Hope Kinney 



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