TREASURE-TROVE.

Something I’ve found on my way Through earth to-day; Something of value untold, Brighter than gold; Something more fair than the tint Of morning glint; Something more sweet than the song Of feathered throng; Something that lovelier glows Than queenly rose; Something more sparkling by far Than yon bright star; Something I cherish—how well? Words cannot tell. Something—Oh, can you not guess? Then I confess. Some one has said ‘Love is blind;’ Yet do I find, Deep in the heart of my Love, My Treasure-Trove! H. K. W.