Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 March 1891 — Her Easter Bonnet. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Her Easter Bonnet.

i *f//ft*Gskrr HE seats are taken, every one; My heart is beating in my ear; The sermon Is but Just begun.

I look around—she must be here.’ Ah, no— alas! Her place I see Filled by a maiden strange to me. And all at once how empty seems The crowded space; how dim and cold The tender morning light that streams Through windows stained in blue and gold. The craven cherubs look quite glum. And even the organ pipes seem dumb. The preacher tells of peace and bliss. Of Easter Joy. Ah, well, no doubt Some other sinner will not miss The comfort that he talks about. For me, my altar shrine is bare Since my fair saint's smile is not there.

What's A sweet-face turned toy way, A gently weleoming-lookr dear-eyest'-’’ 4 - Ah, now, indeed, my prayer I’ll say, * , And now the preacher’s words seem wise. To think my love I did not knw. Her Easter bonnet changed her so! —Madeline S. Bridges.

of Easter, T thy clear ringing Sounded so One year ago; And as now thy tongues are flinging On still air, Music-rare, They to some are mem’ rle s bringing

Of fond eyes with love sunned o’er. Eyes that iie'er shall brighten more.

Bells of Easter, thy loved voice* Will ring clear, Tho' one year Some glad heart that new rejoices. Then at rest. Comfort-blest, Will not throb for earthly noises— Sleeping calmly on, below Summer’s bloom and winter's snow. Bells of Easter, lo! thy sweetness Care’* surcease. While the year* with ’wlld’ring fleetness Wing their flight To Bine's night. And some souls—past Incompleteness— List to soundwmore sweet by far Than thine, O bells of Easter, are!