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 ''Mrs Archibald Abercromby Bowman of Toronto. Has contributed poems to the 'Outlook' (New York), 'The University Magazine, 'The Canadian Magazine', and 'Poetry (Chicago), and has a volume ready for publication. Born in Sherbrooke, Quebec, daughter of Mr Samuel Foote Morey. Educated privately, and at Dana Hall, Wellesley, Massachusetts.''

HE sunshine was spattering over the floor
 * In a frolic of golden rain,

And the little green leaves were whispering
 * And tapping outside the pane.

There were their college banners and books;
 * And, hung on the plain gray wall,

Sir Galahad, shining and tall,
 * Waiting there for his vision,

In the dream-filled days of yore.

But now they have seen a vision
 * And shall they come back no more?

Through the open door
 * I heard the step of the brave little brown-eyed mother

And though she smiled on the threshold,
 * In her eyes the big tears gleamed.

"I've been such a happy woman! We've always dreamed That little grandchildren might come some day, And get out the old toys, and romp and play Just as they used to. But now, you know, There is something greater than that, and oh, Sometimes one almost grows afraid to dream!