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TnE .METEon
Flower.
I'm a little prairie flower, Growillg wilder every hour, You can call me what you may, I was a big-bng in my day.
(CuRTAIN)
ScoTT WILsoN.
IDOe to tbe 15ell
(With Apologies to 1Vordswo1·th)
It is a beauteous morning, calm and free. ' Our tranquil dorm. is sleeping, every one
Snoring in harmony; the broad snn
Will rise up soon in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven is over me. Listen! tho cursed 'Bell the buildinbrs shake And doth with its eternal motion make
A sound like thunder-everlastingly.
Dear dreams, sweet dreams thnt flee and leave me here-- If I should swear and curse tl1at Bell
~Iy nature is not therefore less divine.
I slept, it seemed to me, a year,
And dreamed of palaces and kinO's 'twas fine b''
But now I'm awake, and cold-ah, this is-well.
c. B. S n t P P .
