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WAITING FOR THE MAY.
my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May-
Scent the dewy way.
Waiting for the May.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May-
To the summer's day.
Longing for the May.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May -
All the winter lay.
Sighing for the May.
heart is pained with throbbing, Throbbing for the May
Throbbing for the seaside billows,
Glide the streams away.
Throbbing for the May.
Waiting for the May.
Life still ebbs away-
DENNIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY,
THE SPINNING-WHEEL SONG.
MELLOW the moonlight to shine is beginning;
Eileen, achora, I hear some one tapping.” ««'Tis the ivy, dear mother, against the glass flap
* Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing.” "'Tis the sound, mother dear, of the summer wind
dying.” Merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring: Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot's
Sprightly, and lightly, and airily ringing,
“What's that noise that I hear at the window, I
wonder?” “'Tis the little birds chirping the holly-bush under.” “What makes you be shoving and moving your
And singing all wrong that old song of “The
Coolun’?” There's a form at the casement,—the form of her
true love,And he whispers, with face bent, “ I'm waiting for
Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly, We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining
brightly." Merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring, Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot's
stirring; Sprightly, and lightly, and airily ringing, Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.
The maid shakes her head, on her lip lays her fin
gers, Steals up from her seat, —longs to go, and yet
lingers ; A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grand
mother, Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the
Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round;
moving, Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.
John Francis Waller.
AN UNTIMELY THOUGHT.
I WONDER what day of the week-
- What a hideous fancy to come
Do I like your new dress -pompadour?
Those two rosy boys in the crib