By Edmund Shaftesbury.

I. THE BEAUTIFUL.

I know a girl whose eyes are blue,— Blue as the deep sky's richest hue; Fair as the day and tempting as the flower Whose gorgeous petals grace the summer bower, Her azure orbs, like draperied windows, shine With outward light, untouched of fire divine. I love the God who made the violets sweet; I love the sod where flowers and sunshine meet; And, Eke all else of beauteous hue, I love the girl whose eyes are blue.

II. THE THOUGHTFUL.

I know a girl whose eyes are gray,— Gray as the chill November day, Cold as the sky and frigid as the zone Whose wintry star the North-pole seeks alone. Yet, when the heart is cold, the mind grows strong; The gray-eyed beauty leads the thoughtful throng. Her heart to art is wedded evermore, And snow-fringed axioms bar the golden door. Because her mind holds sovereign sway I love the girl whose eyes are gray.

III. THE DANGEROUS.

I know a girl whose eyes are black,— Black as the tempest's midnight track; Deep as her heart, and dangerous as the reef Where venturous sailors early come to grief. Two jewelled stars, set in the burning skies, To lure men ever where the whirlpool lies. Her glorious orbs, like lustrous diamonds fair, Proclaim to all the soul of beauty rare. I love the tempest's gleaming track, I love the girl whose eyes are black.

IV. THE LUXURIOUS.

I know a girl whose eyes are brown,— Brown as the hazel's autumn crown; Rich as the wealth of twilight's softened sky, Within whose depths the slumbering sunbeams lie In placid lakes whose floods of mellow light Float on the velvet bosom of the night. Soul of the flower and garden of the heart, Her love is more than angels may impart. For me her face hath yet no frown, I love the girl whose eyes are brown.