The Light of Those Dear Eyes

THE LIGHT OF THOSE DEAR EYES. [For the Improvement Era.) The light of the merry twinkling star Is a beautiful light, sent from afar, Its silent tale to tell; But the merriest light beneath the skies Is the laughing light in those dear eyes The eyes I love so well. The light of the sun at high mid-day Is a scorching light that burns its way Into many a quiet dell; But the scorchingest light beneath the skies Is an angry light in those dear eyes The eyes I love so well. The light of the silent, silvery moon Is a light to which all loves attune, Wherever man doth dwell; But the heavenliest light beneath the skies Is the light of love in those dear eyes, — The eyes I love so well. Lorenzo Sardoni. Salt Lake City, Utah.