WIND-HARP SONGS.

I AM GLAD ARE NOT YOU?

WHEN all is done, and there are none to love

me,

When all is done, and flowers bloom above me,

When all is done, and all men shall forget me,

When all is done, and naught of fate can fret me

All the East will flush as fairly as it now does, in

the mornings ;

All the birds will sing as sweetly, spite of Death

and all his warnings ;

Lips will kiss and hearts go thrilling, spite of

Time s ironic scornings,

Then, as now !

I am glad it will be so

Are not you ?

I am glad the streams will flow

As they do ;

I am glad the sun will shine,

- And the vines will bloom and twine,

And the autumn spill its wine

Through and through,

Just the same,

Whether you and I exist,

Or are not so much as mist,

Or the memory of a name

Men allow.