Yes, ere I sink to rest, By the fire's dying light, Thou Lord of Earth and Heaven! I bless thee, who hast given Unto life's fainting travellers the night,The soft, still, holy night! THE RISING MOON. W. B. O. PEABODY. THE moon is up! how calm and slow And all the world lies still. The way-worn travellers with delight It glistens where the hurrying stream It falls upon the forest-shade, THE LIGHT OF STARS. So once on Judah's evening hills And still that light upon the world The waning moon in time shall fail But God hath kindled this bright light THE LIGHT OF STARS. W. H. FURNESS. SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled, Mighty Spirit, ever nigh! Veil the day's distracting sights, 25 Living stars to view be brought, Flaming like those upper fires! Holy Truth, eternal Right, - THE INFINITY OF SPACE. JOHN STERLING. WHEN up to nightly skies we gaze, But could we rise to moon or sun, "T is vain to dream those tracts of space With all their worlds approach His face; One glory fills each wheeling ball, One love has shaped and moved them all. 27 THE INFINITY OF SPACE. This earth, with all its dust and tears, The rock, the wave, the little flower, And is this all that man can claim? To be like all things round, — no more Can man, no more than beast, aspire Not this our doom, thou God benign! We view those halls of painted air, MELODIES AND MYSTERIES. CHARLES MACKAY. WOULDST thou know what the blithe bird pipeth High in the morning air? Wouldst thou know what the blithe stream sing eth, Rippling o'er pebbles bare? Sorrow the mystery shall teach thee Wouldst thou find in the rose's blossom Than odor on the wind? Love Nature, and her smallest atoms Wouldst thou know what the moon discourseth To the docile sea ? Wouldst hear the echoes of the music Of the far infinity! Sorrow shall ope the founts of knowledge, Wouldst thou see through the riddle of Being |