Wait for the morning, O thou smitten child, Scorned, scourged and persecuted and reviled-- Athirst and famishing, none pitying thee, Crowned with the twisted thorns of agony-- No faintest gleam of sunlight through the dense Infinity of gloom to lead thee thence-- Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed, As surely as the night hath given need. WHEN JUNE IS HERE. When June is here--what art have we to sing The whiteness of the lilies midst the green Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash of roses seen Like redbirds' wings? Or earliest ripening Prince-Harvest apples, where the cloyed bees cling Round winey juices oozing down between The peckings of the robin, while we lean In under-grasses, lost in marveling. Or the cool term of morning, and the stir Of odorous breaths from wood and meadow walks, The bobwhite's liquid yodel, and the whir Of sudden flight; and, where the milkmaid talks Across the bars, on tilted barley-stalks The dewdrops' glint in webs of gossamer. THE GILDED ROLL. Nosing around in an old box--packed away, and lost to memory for years--an hour ago I found a musty package of gilt paper, or rather, a roll it was, with the green-tarnished gold of the old sheet for the outer wrapper. I picked it up mechanically to toss it into some obscure corner, when, carelessly lifting it by one end, a child's tin whistle dropped therefrom and fell tinkling on the attic floor. It lies before me on my writing table now--and so, too, does the roll entire, though now a roll no longer,--for my eager fingers have unrolled the gilded covering, and all its precious contents are spread out beneath my hungry eyes. Here is a scroll of ink-written music. I don't read music, but I know the dash and swing of the pen that rained it on the page. Here is a letter, with the self-same impulse and abandon in every syllable; and its melody--however sweet the other--is far more sweet to me. And here are other letters like it--three--five--and seven, at least. Bob wrote them from the front, and Billy kept them for me when I went to join him. Dear boy! Dear boy!