KATYDIIYS POEMS.



           erjy-Drcarn



 N'I looking in a mirror, Belle,
   lThe mirror of our past;
And many a bright reflection, Belle,
  Into its depth is cast;
Reflections that are calm and clear,
And 0! to us so very dear.

I see a village-old Kirksville-
  Its long and narrow street,
And as it climbs upon the hill,
  How many friends I meet!
And, Belle, your face smiles out to me --
The sweetest face that I can see.

There is my home hid 'mong the trees
  Back of the village street,
A welcome rushes on the breeze,
  And restless grow my feet;
My heart leaps forward, and I view
The dearest spot I ever knew.

Home! home again! and, children, we
  Skip through the pastures green;
Your eyes of blue I plainly see-
  " The sweetest ever seen; "
And on your cheek the rosy tinge;
And curls of gold your temples fringe.

And see the dogs we used to pet;
  Down through the lawn they run;
Not many passing by, forget
  Their bark, or fail to shun-
Old Carlo of the greyhound race.,
And Lion with his vicious face.

Yet us they follow to the hedge,
  Where hours with them we've played;
And to the pond, along whose edge,



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