I.
TO-DAY AND YESTERDAY.THE perfume of the orange-flowers
Steals through the church to-day,
The splendid walls re-echo loud
With sounds of music gay.
But yesterday a sorrowing one
Left here her only child,
Mid kindly weeping comforters,
Mid music sad and wild.
II.
MOTHER-OF-PEARL.The sunbeams ever waken
To life thy paleness rare;
And changing colors all trembling
Dispel thy cold, dumb care.
O maiden, thy pale, pale beauty,
Could love but cheer thy gloom,
Would vie with the blushing loveliness
Of May-born apple-bloom!
III.
FLOWER AND FRUIT.A sea of fair white blossoms
Doth surge in the morning breeze,
And a song like old-time memories,
Comes stealing through the trees.
Countless, in sooth, are the blossoms,
And sweet is the murmurous song;
But the fruit, alas! will it meet our hopes?
Can that music echo long?
F. A. T.
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