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by Al Haines.











  ALONG THE SHORE

  BY ROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROP




  To
  G. P. L.


  We see the sky,--we love it day by day;
    We feel the wind of Spring, from blossoms winging;
  We meet with souls tender as tints in May:
    For these large ecstasies what are we bringing?

  There is no price, best friend, for greatest meed.
     Laid on the altar of our true affection,
  Wild flowers of love for me must intercede:
     And lo! I win your unexcelled protection.




  CONTENTS


  Inlet And Shore
  Impersonality
  A Protean Glimpse
  Power Against Power
  Life's Priestess
 