WE SHALL KNOW. ANNIE HERBERT. HEN the mists have rolled in splendor And the sunshine, warm and tender, We may read love's shining letter When the mists have cleared away. If we err, in human blindness, All the plain that hides away,- And the mists have cleared away. When the mists have risen above us, Love, beyond the orient meadows Floats the golden fringe of day, Heart to heart, we bide the shadows, Till the mists have cleared away. We shall know as we are known, In the dawning of the morning, THE FREE MIND. W. L. GARRISON. High walls and huge the body may confine, And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways: Yet scorns the immortal mind this base control! No chains can bind it, and no cell inclose: Swifter than light, it flies from pole to pole, And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! Or, in sweet converse, pass the joyous hours. THE PRIDE OF BATTERY B. OUTH Mountain towered upon our right, far off the river lay; And over on the wooded hight we held their lines at bay. At last the muttering guns were still; the day died slow and wan. At last the gunners' pipes did fill, the sargeant's yarns began. When, as the wind a moment blew aside the fragrant flood Our briarwoods raised, within our view a little maiden stood. A tiny tot of six or seven, from fireside fresh she seemed, (Of such a little one in heaven one soldier often dreamed.) And as we stared her little hand went to her curly head In grave salute: "And who are you?" at length the sargeant said. "And where's your home?" he growled again. She lisped out "Who is me? Why, don't you know? I'm little Jane, the Pride of Battery B. |