My Love

348 IMPROVEMENT ERA. Lawyer: "Why, of course they are. We could not live in the absence of law." Doctor: "Well, seeing that the city, the state and the nation are governed by law, what need have we of a mayor and city coun- cil? What need for a governor and legislature? What need for a president and congress, seeing that everything and everybody are governed by law everywhere? Why not dispense with all these useless and expensive appendages, and live in perfect free- dom; free from taxes and all restraint?" Lawyer: "Look here, what is the matter with you?" Doctor: "What is the matter with you? You are the enigma. Do you know of any laws that have not some intelligent author- ship? Do you not think that there is and must be a conscious intelligence at the back of every beneficent law?" Lawyer: "Well, I declare, I never looked at it in that light before. I must take time to consider your, to me, new style of arguing the question." MY LOVE. (For the Improvement Era). 0 where shall I turn to find my love, For whom I have wandered long? From the northern to the southern sea, Beloved, I have sought for thee, To hearken to thy song. 1 have sailed the ocean's broad expanse, In search of thee, love of mine; Through mountain glen and wildwood shade, O'er burning sands, my feet have strayed; For thee my soul doth pine. Fhave searched the temples of heathen lands, The Vatican's solemn halls, Through all the churches of Christendom; And still my weary feet do run To find thy sacred walls.

MY LOVE. 349 At last, at last, I have found thee, love! With thine arms extended wide To enfold me in their fond embrace; A holy smile illumes thy face, Like that of a blushing bride. Thy gracious bearing and dignity Portrays an exalted birth; Thy splendor, like a radiant star, Sends forth transcendent gleams afar, To gladden all the earth. How fair thy brow, my beauteous queen, And chaste as the virgin snow; Thine eyes emit so tender a light, Beneath their glance there is no night, 1 revel in their glow. Thy lips are soft as the dew-kissed rose Bending to the new-born day; Thy voice, as the melody of rills, Inspires my soul, my pulses thrills, And lures my heart away. I found my love in the mountain tops, O'erlooking the western main; Where the stately pines and joyous breeze Waft the story over the leas — Of my fair lady's fame. There the god of day adorns her head With a crown of burnished gold; With flowers and grain her lap doth strew; Her feet laves in the briny blue That gems her mountain hold. Her hands, dainty as the sego flower, Holds bounteous gifts for me; Sweet love, thy love I can ne'er repay, — But I would linger near alway; — Bid me abide with thee. Ruth May Fox.