CRISTINA AMOS CRUCIFYING BIRDS

	Now emperors bide their times' rebuff I would not be a king—enough Of woe it is to love; The paths of power are steep and rough, And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun Thaws in the height of noon. Then farewell, kings, that squeak 'Ha' done!' To time's full-throated tune. PAUL VANDERHOFFEN.—Emma and Caroline.