7. My cherry trees and the peaches, too, were gone, some hand had cast them aside. And the lilies and the magnolias and all the orchard beauties of my childhood pride. 8. There were only tiny fragments of our ships which in the rustic brook still yet did lie. When since so short a time when our gay sails and flags upon its waters did fly. 9. There had been a great rain out upon the hills, and our brook had become a mighty sea. Then we went with our ships to explore unknown lands, Julie, and Anna, and Me. 10. We set our ships in order and gave up our brave young lives to fate. We proudly manned our sails from the old elm tree down to the lower gate. 11. The tide rose high and turbulent and cast our ships upon a foreign shore. And we took charge of that land in order as by our swords and crowns we swore. 12. A bull screamed in the distance upon the bronzed hills. The cattle were coming home across the fringed rills. As in haste our ships we sought to fill, with trophies of that vintage land for our conquest to tell. 13. When we heard the voice of our Mother calling from over the mighty sea: "Come home, children, come home," she called across the river, "for Julie, and Anna, and Me." 14. I stood in the evening shadows with my head bare and gray. And as I looked through the evening twilight I saw my orchard beauties transplanted upon a hill to the leeward just away. 15. My old Oak was there, and the apple trees, and the peaches and the pretty things that bloom in red and rone. And I thought I heard the voice of our old rose still calling my children, "Come home, come home." * * * * * The Victory of Love Early in the morning--in the morning of life. Resting while the flowers unfolding to soothe the burning day of strife. Fleeting hands lingering nearer, pressing down the folds of my shade. A heart of gold ye diamond light transparent, to my soul such love is made. I must rise and be ascending, while the flowers are in full bloom. Through the fields be swiftly passing, the fleeting hours of noon. I shall gather while praising on the lyre, a few wreaths are strewn. That I shall rest through the evening, for the night shall triumph soon. I shall ascend beyond the evening, to a field of light that is shown. With hearts like gold ye love transparent, before a great white throne. There again it shall be morning, for he made that day of rest you see. Calling those fleeting hands come hither; those that love, are loved by me. * * * * * A High Praise--by Thomas Alvin Edison, the Great Apostle I abjure thee by the living God that the truth be found in thee. For the soul of man also needs light, wandering through eternity. The living God he reigns in all the earth and watches on man's ways. He demands in him that we believe serving through our evil days.