Gladys

GLADYS. (For the Improvement Era.) Yonder winds the river, Gladys, Where so often, side by side, We have watched the golden sunset, Fade upon the silver tide. But, alas, death's jealous angel Tore our destinies apart; Flung a veil before my vision, And a wound upon my heart. Now the snow is on the meadow, Now the flowers along the rill Slumber on their parent bosom, And the earth is cold and still. Salt Lake City, Utah. Yet I know when sullen winter Takes his flight from field and glen, Earth in all her strength and beauty Shall awake and bloom again. Now your head is low in slumber, Beautiful, but faded, flower. Now the red leaves and the snow drift Wrap your form in yonder bower; Yet, when morning breaks in glory O'er those silent haunts of men, Clothed upon with grace and beauty, You shall rise and bloom again! Theo. E. Curtis.