Hidden Treasure

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

The raindrop trembles on the thirsty leaf;
The first star sentinels the darkling sky;
'Neath withered leaves the April violets blow;
Along the west-wind breathes the heliotrope;
And on the wave-washed sands of pain or grief—
Fairer than raindrop or lone star on high,
Sweeter than leaf—or wind-wooed bloom below—
Lie Love's white pearls, Love's lustrous pearls of hope.