music, although not very successfully, and I wish it could be done
again.

Should'st thou come to me again
From the sunshine and the rain,
With thy laughter sweet and free,
O how should I welcome thee!

Like a streamlet dark and cold
Kindled into fiery gold
By a sunbeam swift that cleaves
Downward through the curtained leaves;

So this darkened life of mine
Lit with sudden joy would shine,
And to greet thee I should start
With a great cry in my heart.

Back to drop again, the cry
On my trembling lips would die:
Thou would'st pass to be again
With the sunshine and the rain.




XXII

A LITTLE GIRL LOST