heart of gold, Warm Southern sunshine cheers our Northern skies, And pilgrim wanderers, homesick and a-cold, Find their loved Italy in her welcoming eyes. Vida D. Scudder. The Sisters Three who spin our fate Greet Julia Ward, who comes quite late; How Greek wit flies! They scream with glee, Drop thread and shears, and make the tea. E. H. Clement. Hope now abiding, faith long ago, Never a shadow between. White of the lilacs and white of the snow, Seventy and sixteen.