MOODS AND MEMORIES.

THE train through the night of the town, Through a blackness broken in twain By the sudden finger of streets; Lights, red, yellow, and brown, From curtain and window-pane, The flashing eyes of the streets.

Night, and the rush of the train, A cloud of smoke through the town, Scaring the life of the streets; And the leap of the heart again, Out into the night, and down The dazzling vista of streets!