_APPENDIX_
_ADDRESSED CHIEFLY TO HER FRIENDS._
_Lo Wanderer! who hast found my poor abode—
This humble rest-house for the wayfarer—
The window-flowers glow in God’s sunlight dear,_
_The linnet’s note lifteth Care’s weary load,_
_The snowy cloth its message fair hath showed
Bidding thee freely welcome to draw near
And, glad at heart, take of my simple cheer_
_To help thy feet along the lonely road._
_Here pause! nor lightly lift this second latch
That leadeth to the quiet inner room;_
_Seek not with idly curious gaze to snatch
Hints of more personal things—life’s gleam or gloom;_
_Yet Friend! who’d know the dweller ’neath my thatch,
Enter, and mark the pattern on the loom._
(_H. O. A._)
[Illustration: Isabella M. Anderton]