Charis.

Look! Her glances hide
More than other Beauty beareth
When alone for love it eareth,
All forgetting. I am magnified,
Who have gathered all the riches
Folded in the fairy stitches
Of Love's netting

Some have Love denied,
Who their triumph have repeated
Over Love himself, defeated
By one bolder.
I am deified
In the shadow of her splendor;
I uplift her, and defend her,
And enfold her.

—Hubert Church.

The four following songs are from a poem on "The Death of Oenone." We are sorry that lack of space prevents us from publishing the whole poem.—Ed. Spike.