THE FAMILY THANKSGIVING PSALM. HOU, who sendest sun and rain, Evil for Thy will allowing, - In the peace of hearts at rest, Hear the happy hymn we raise; Bayard Taylor. NOT OURS THE VOWS. OT ours the vows of such as plight While leaves are green, and skies are To walk on flowers together. But we have loved as those who tread With clouds above, and cause to dread That thorny path, those stormy skies, Love, born in hours of joy and mirth, It looks beyond the clouds of time, Made by Adversity sublime, By Faith and Hope immortal. Bernard Barton. Shall the storm settle here, when from heaven it departs, And the cold from without finds its way to our hearts? No, Patrick, no! sure the wintriest weather, Is easily borne when we bear it together. Though the rain's dropping through, from the roof to the floor, And the wind whistles free where there once was a door, Can the rain, or the snow, or the storm wash away All the warm vows we made in our love's early day? No, Patrick, no! sure the dark stormy weather Is easily borne, if we bear it together. ΙΙΟ SONG OF THE PEASANT WIFE. When you And the day that was closing, to us seemed begun, Did we care if the sunset was bright on the flowers, Or if we crept out amid the darkness and showers? No, Patrick! we talked, while we braved the wild weather, Of all we could bear, if we bore it together. Soon, soon will these dark, dreary days be gone by, And our hearts be lit up with a beam from the sky! O, let not our spirits, imbittered with pain, And sunshine or storm, we will bear it together. Hon. Mrs. Norton. TO MY BELOVED ONE. EAVEN hath its crown of stars, the earth Her glory robe of flowers, The sea its gems, the grand old woods Their songs and greening showers; The birds have homes, where leaves and blooms In beauty wreath above; High yearning hearts, their rainbow dreamAnd we, sweet! we have love. We walk not with the jewelled great, We revel not in corn and wine, There's sorrow for the toiling poor, Rich robes for ragged souls, and crowns |