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88 TWO MEETINGS. I; LOVE met me on a day, And Love was weeping : ‘‘Why weep, sweet Love?” I said ; He drooped his golden head, Saying : ‘‘ For love’s decay, For hearts that are cold and dead, Ill worth the keeping.” 3ut while he spoke I spied A wicked arrow peeping From the quiver at his side, And when I stooped to kiss him, Before I could caress him, He seized the tiny dart, And threw it at my heart ; Then, like a lark in May, Fluttered and flew away. EL. Love met us on a day, And Love was gay: ‘‘ Well met, sweet Love,” we said— He tossed his golden head Like a little child in play : He said, ‘‘O happy day! For not all hearts are dead, Not all are old and cold; Smart cancels smart When heart to heart My silver chains enfold. ‘“‘T wept,” he said, “‘ for loves not true ; I smile,” he said, ‘‘ for you and you ”— Then lisping out some tender word, And looking up and laughing low, He snatched the bowstring from his bow, And bound us with the silver cord ; . Nor ever shall the sad fates sever The twain that Love made one for ever. GEORGE COTTERELL. Gomicbooks.com