There summer spreads her dappled robes anew, The pliant elder, where the sweet winds blow; Amidst the leafage, on some swaying bough; There happy thou, love-blest, May'st soon forget :-farewell-she marks not now: Thou canst not break the calm which wraps her brow; My lady sleeps, At rest! At rest! At rest! EUGENE FIELD. [Born in St Louis, Missouri, 2d September 1850, but resides at Chicago. Author of A Model Primer (Denver Tribune Pub. Co., 1882); Culture's Garland (Tricknor & Co., Boston, 1887); A Little Book of Western Verse (Scribner's Sons, New York, 1890); and A Little Book of Profitable Tales (Scribner's Sons, New York, 1890).] OUR TWO OPINIONS. Us two wuz boys when we fell out- Some small diff'rence, I'll allow. He havin' his opinyin uv me 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him! Grew up together, 'nd wouldn't speak, 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him! Down in Tennessee one night Ther was sound uv firin' fur away, 'Nd the sergeant allowed ther'd be a fight With the Johnnie Rebs some time next day; 'Nd as I was thinkin' of Lizzie 'nd home, Jim stood afore me, long 'nd slimHe havin' his opinyin uv me 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him! Seemed like we knew there wuz goin' to be Us two shuck hands, did Jim 'nd me, 'Nd into the battle's roar went weI havin' my opinyin uv Jim 'Nd he havin' his opinyin uv me! Jim never come back from the War again, Made up and shuck hands, afore the fight; 'Nd, after it all, it's soothin' to know That here I be, 'nd yonder's Jim— He havin' his opinyin uv me 'Nd I havin' my opinion uv him! LULLABIES. LULLABY. FAIR is the castle up on the hill-- The night is fair and the waves are still, Hushaby, sweet my own! On yonder hill is store of wealth— And revellers drink to a little one's health; See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep Out of the mists of the murmuring deep; Ah, little they reck of you and me- In our lonely home beside the sea; Here by the sea, a mother croons Hushaby, sweet my own;" In yonder castle a mother swoons While the angels go down to the misty deep, Bearing a little one fast asleep— Hushaby, sweet my own! A DUTCH LULLABY. WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do The old moon asked the three. "We have to come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, The old moon laughed and sung a song As they rocked in the wooden shoe, The little stars were the herring-fish "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, All night long their nets they threw Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea. But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be. And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three Wynken, Blynken, NORSE LULLABY, THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, As over the world his cloak he flings: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings and gruffly sings: "Sleep, little one, sleep." On yonder mountain side a vine "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep- The king may sing in his bitter flight, "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; GEORGE WASHINGTON WRIGHT HOUGHTON. [Born 12th August 1850, at Cambridge, Mass. Author of Christmas Booklet (1872); Songs from Over the Sea (1874); Album Leaves (1877); Drift from York Harbor (1879); Legend of St Olaf's Kirk (1880); and Niagara, and other Poems (1882). The poems given are quoted with the kind permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.] ANNIVERSARY HYMN. THERE have been nobler days, my friends, When men wrought deeds, but God the ends, |