NIGHT THOUGHTS . 



When in the night, my thoughts flow out to thee, 



Suppressed by day, through cares' restricted bond, 



Oft I arise, that thou may'st truly see 



What depths of love I Pear to thee so fond. 



Love like mine, e'en selfish though it be, 



In loving thus itself in other form, 



Brings peace, and joy, and all that comforts me, 



And heaven's clear light succeeds the blinding storm. 



Dear boy, did we no painful trials know, 



E'en joys too would ne'er o' erf low the heart. 



Clauds in the summer sky that lower low, 



By contrast, show heaven's blue a thing apatt. 



How seasons know, if all like garb they wear? 



How heart's joy know, but from the soul's despair? 



Katherine B. Rand. 



Sept. 1898 4 oVclock a.m. 



