A Young Mutineer

AN OLD-FASHIONED LITTLE PAIR. Sun and shower – sun and shower – Now rough, now smooth, is the winding way; Thorn and flower – thorn and flower – Which will you gather? Who can say? Wayward hearts, there's a world for your winning, Sorrow and laughter, love or woe: Who can tell in the day's beginning The paths that your wandering feet shall go? – MARY MACLEOD.