Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 15.

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     From pallid lips, grown nerveless with defeat!
How many empty hearts must sadly greet
     Their own love songs on happier lover's tongue!
As some rare fabrics are in darkness wrought
     Lest light should mar the dainty web, so, too,
The poet, with a golden thread of thought,
     Weaves in the shade his fancies fine and true.
So from his sorrow is your pleasure brought,
     The joy he hath not doth he give to you!

Susan Marr Spalding.

Catherine Wilder Fellowes Paradise wrote juvenile literature for periodicals. ‘Little Theocritus,’ a poem, is reprinted in Stedman's ‘Anthology of American Poetry,’ and ‘On a Volume of Dante,’ is included in Higginson's ‘American Sonnets.’

Little Theocritus.

Ye white Sicilian goats, who wander all
     About the slopes of this wild mountain pass,
Take heed your horny footsteps do not fall
     Upon the baby dreamer in the grass.

Let him lie there, half waking, and rejoice
     In the safe shelter of his resting place,
In hearing of his shepherd father's voice,
     In reach of fruity clusters o'er his face.

Look up, sweet baby eyes, look up on high,
     To where Olympus merges in the blue,
There dwell the deathless gods in majesty,
     The gods who hold a mighty gift for you.

Those little, clinging hands shall write one day
     Rare, golden words, to lift the hearts of men;
Those curling, downy locks shall wear the bay,
     A crown that they shall never lose again.

Little Theocritus! Look up and smile,
     Immortal child, for there are coming years,
When the great, busy world shall pause awhile
     To listen to your singing through its tears.

Maud Kilbourn Wellington has published a volume of ‘Rhymes.’

Mary L. Wyatt, for many years a correspondent of