f. Iazel—Reconciliation. 
WE fell out, my wife and I, 
v. 0 we fell out I know not why, 
And kiss’d again with tears. . . . 
For when we came where lies the child 
We lost in other years, 
There above the little grave, 
O there above the little grave. 
We kiss’d again with tears. 
Tenny 
Readow P^ass—Rdu^ance, 
‘TA OT vainly does he live who can endure. 
L Oh be thou sure, 
That he who hopes and suffers here can earn 
A sure return. 
Hast thou found nought within thy troubled life 
Save inward strife? 
Hast thou found all she promised thee, Deceit, 
And Hope a cheat? 
Endure, and there shall dawn within thy breast 
Eternal rest! 
Adelaide Procter. 
