SONG
I gave to love the fairest rose
That in my garden grew;
And still my heart its fragrance knows-
Does he remember, too?
He laid his dreams upon my day,
His kisses on my mouth,
I woke, to find him flown away
With summer to the south.
Love's vagrant step once more to greet,
My garden blooms in vain;
The roses of the south are sweet-
Love will not come again!
The roses of the south are sweet-
Love will not come again!
CHARLOTTE BECKER.
AN EDITORIAL
SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS I-XIII OF "THE DELUGE," BY DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS
Matthew Blacklock, the central figure of the story, is essentially a self-made man, who has made himself a power to be reckoned with.
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