_At Chateauguay._

Memory gleams like a gem at night Through the gloom of to-day for me, Bringing dreams of a summer bright At Chateauguay.

Summer sleeps in the ripening corn, Sunlight glitters on wood and lea, Scent of flowers on the air is borne At Chateauguay.

Swiftly rushes the river by, Through the lake to the far-off sea, Full of light as a maiden's eye, At Chateauguay.

Stands a house by the river side, (Weeds upspring where the hearth should be), Only its tottering walls abide At Chateauguay.

Birds are singing the live-long day, Trembling, stoopeth an aspen tree. Eager to hear what the wind will say At Chateauguay.

Still the sunlight around me falls, Still in fancy I seem to see Two who stand on the crumbling walls At Chateauguay.

Once more wanders a brown-eyed maid Up the rough, country road with me, Swinging her hat by its slender braid, At Chateauguay.

Once for a moment more we stay Under the tattling aspen tree-- Birds are sweetly lilting to-day At Chateauguay.

Tree, thou art dear for that sweet tryst, Dear, for the maiden's sake, to me Is each spot that her feet have kissed At Chateauguay.

A BIRTHDAY.

Fifteen years have come and gone, Maiden since thy large, brown eyes Opened first and looked upon Wintry English skies.

Fifteen treasure ships they were, Sailing on life's sunlit sea, Bearing frankincense and myrrh Sent from heaven to thee:

Fifteen pilgrims, old and gray, Mounted upon moments fleet, Who have seen thee but to lay Pleasure at thy feet:

Fifteen maids who, like a queen, Decked thee, Sweet, with beauty rare, Till the world hath never seen Maiden half so fair.

And a sixteenth year to-day Brings a wreath of budding hours, Saying: "Let not one decay; All must grow to flowers."

All have not the self-same needs; Loving smiles are life to some, Others but by kindly deeds. To perfection come.

Some are quickened by a tear, Some by hopes and pleasures dead; Take them, Bright Eyes, without fear, God is overhead.