PETREA. BY MISS E. A. PECKHAM. PETREA wandered sad and lonely, Home nor friends on earth had she; And she whispered, "There is only God in heaven to care for me." Stormy winds blew cold and wildly, Darkness gathered round her slowly, Hunger often tried her sadly, Meat, nor household bread, had she, But she trusting, whispered gladly, "O, the God, he feedeth me!" Petrea saw a happy mother, With a child upon her knee, And she whispered, "There's no other But my God that loveth me." Petrea had no arms to fold her, When she saw the morning breaking, Oft she stood in wrapt devotion, Heart of grace, and praise, had she, And she whispered to the ocean, "God's great thought art thou to me." Petrea saw an inner beauty, Creed, nor any faith, had she, But she whispered, "I've a duty, Though all earth refuseth me." Light and love possessed her being, Petrea wandered, deeply thinking, Petrea saw all space dissever, Height, nor depth, nor breadth, knew she, And she whispered, “God is ever Thus she wandered, good and lowly, Home, nor earthly love, had she; Ever praying, “God is holy, And His presence guideth me." THE GRECIAN MAIDEN. WHERE the yellow sunlight sleepeth On the blue Egean sea; Where the vine's rich cluster weepeth Of the dashing breakers, lyeth There my glad young brother playeth O, how happy was my childhood, In that fair Ionian Isle, Dell and shore and bowery wildwood Heaven to me was in their smile; But one fatal summer morning, As upon the shore I stood, Watching how the glorious dawning Gilded the Egean flood, |