Kansas University Weekly.
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HOLLY AND IVY.
Holly standeth in ye house When that Noel draweth near; Evermore at ye door Standeth Ivy, shivering sore In ye night wind bleak and drear; And, as weary hours go by, Doth ye one to other cry.
"Sister Holly," Ivy quoth,
"What is that within you see?
To and fro doth ye glow
Of ye yule-log flickering go;
Would its warmth did cherish me!
Where thou bidest is it warm;
I am shaken of ye storm."
"Sister Ivy," Holly quoth,
"Brightly burns the yule-log here,
And love brings beauteous things.
While a guardian angel sings
To the babes that slumber near;
But, O Ivy! tell me now,
What without there seest thou?"
"Sister Holly," Ivy quoth, "With fair music comes ye Morn. And afar burns ye Star Where ye wondering shepherds are, And the Shepherd King is born: Peace on earth, good-will to men,' Angels cry, and cry again."
Holly standeth in ye house When that Noel draweth near; Clambering o'er yonder door, Ivy standeth evermore And to them that rightly hear Each one speaketh of ye love That outpoureth from Above.
Eugene Field.
Literary
And There Shall be no Night. "Is this Friday, mother?"
The face on the pillow was aglow with excitement and inquiry.
"I hadn't thought, child, but I guess it is. I see the Whites go by to prayer-meetin' last night, an' this mornin' the butcher's wagon stopped at the parsonage gate. Yes, it's Friday, an' where's all the week gone to?"
Susie May's lips curved in a satisfied smile, and her cheek pressed closer into the warm embrace of her pillow.
Ellen Greyson's oldest friends never heard her sigh; when another woman would have felt herself dissolve in the soft luxury of self-pity. Ellen's thin shoulders seemed more angular than ever in her black and white print wrapper, and the hand which young John Greyson
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