TRIFLES.

An August day Now passed away For ever; A sunny smile, A little while Together. Two eyes so bright, Still by their light I’m haunted; A small soft hand, A fairy wand Enchanted. A mossy seat, So cool, and sweet, And pleasant; Who could despond, Or look beyond That present? A river cool, A deep, dark pool, Still waters; A word of love To fairest of Eve’s daughters. A shady walk, A little talk, And laughter; So days may go, But grief and woe Come after. Sweet August day, So far away Departed; You left me gay, I’m now for aye Sad-hearted. Nora C. Usher.