"HE IS RISEN."

Death! upon thy realm, this morn,
Tremblingly

Lookest thou, with look forlorn,-
'Hyépon!

Grave! the stone is rolled away—
He is free!

Thou hast lost thy noblest prey,—
Ηγέρθη !

Earth! the terror now is o'er;

Man can see

Through the grave the starry floor,'Hyépon!

Let once more the cymbals ring

Gladsomely,

Organs loud their thunders fling,—
Ηγέρθη !

Join we in the angel strain

Heartily;

Sending round the glad refrain,—

'Hyépon!

MARY LESLIE.

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THE SOWER'S SONG.

OW hands to seedsheet, boys,

We step and we cast; old Time's on wing;

And would you partake of harvest's joys,

The corn must be sown in Spring.

Fall gently and still, good corn,

Lie warm in thy earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,

For beast and man must be fed.

Old Earth is a pleasure to see

In sunshiny cloak of red and green;
The furrow lies fresh; this year will be

As years that are past have been.

Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in thy earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.

THE SOWER'S SONG.

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Old Mother, receive this corn,

The son of six thousand golden sires:
All these on thy kindly breast were born;
One more thy poor child requires.

Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in thy earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,

For beast and man must be fed.

Now steady and sure again,

And measure of stroke and step we keep;
Thus up and thus down we cast our grain:
Sow well and you gladly reap.

Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in your earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.

THOMAS CARLYLE.

NIGHT SHOWETH KNOWLEDGE.

HEN I survey the bright

W

Celestial sphere,

So rich with jewels hung, that night

Doth like an Ethiop bride appear;

My soul her wings doth spread,
And heavenward flies,

The Almighty's mysteries to read
In the large volumes of the skies.

For the bright firmament

Shoots forth no flame

So silent, but is eloquent

In speaking the Creator's name.

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No unregarded star

Contracts its light

Into so small a character,

Remov'd far from our human sight;

But if we steadfast look

We shall discern

In it, as in some holy book,

How man may heavenly knowledge learn.

It tells the conqueror

That far-stretched power,

Which his proud dangers traffic for,

Is but the triumph of an hour;

That, from the farthest north,

Some nation may

Yet undiscovered issue forth,

And o'er his new-got conquest sway—

Some nation, yet shut in

With hills of ice,

May be let out to scourge his sin,

Till they shall equal him in vice: