SOME LITTLE VERSES.
Reading edition
OF EDWARD ROWLAND SILL.
Since he is dead who once was so alive, And all is living that in life he saw, His written words provoke in me an awe And wonder if he still unseen doth thrive— His inmost being true to life and law.
LOST JOY.
Whence joy came I do not know, But she left me long ago; In a heart that still is free She abides—and loves not me. Edwin R. Champlin.