The Gavelyte, February 1912

VOL. VI. The Gavelyte FEBRUARY 1912 . ONE YEAR. By LIDA D. ARCHER Precious moments, how they fly! Can we us them, you and I? Can we catch the sunshine bright? Keep it through the darkest night? Can we call them back again? . Will they come at beck of men? Will they wait for ebb and flow, Of old Ocean ere they go? Pearly dew-drops in the morn, Glisten on the fields of corn; But the sunbeams hurrying by, Sip the dew-drops where they lie. Spring-time comes, and then 'tis gon e: Sutnmer then comes tripping on: Lingering a little while, Passing with a tender smile. Autumn comes with swifter pace, With her smiling, blushing face; Ilutter-flies are on the wing, Sky-larks up in cloud-land sing. Purple road-side Asters blow: Golden-rod's great clusters glow: Frost-king passing in the night, Trims her robes in colors bright. Autumn with her garnered wealth, Bringing life, and joy, and health, Casts her robes upon the ground, Where old Winter wanders round. Winter for a short time stays, Then the spring- time with him p lays, , wiftly moments come and !lo! Warmth and flower s, color, s now! NO. 11.