The Light of Stars.

For faithful to its sacred page,

Heaven still rebuilds thy span,

Nor lets the type grow pale with age
That first spoke peace to man.

The Light of Stars.

W. H. LONGFEllow.

HE night is come, but not too soon;

THE

And sinking silently,

All silently, the little moon

Drops down behind the sky.

There is no light in earth or heaven,
But the cold light of stars;

And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars:

Is it the tender star of love?

The star of love and dreams?

Oh no! from that blue tent above,
A hero's armour gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.

O star of strength! I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;

Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand,
And I am strong again.

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Within my breast there is no light,
But the cold light of stars;

I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquer'd will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possess'd.

And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
As one by one thy hopes depart,
Be resolute and calm.

Oh, fear not, in a world like this,
And thou shalt know, ere long,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer, and be strong.

Have Faith in Him.

J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by J. W. Cherry.

HAVE faith in Him who rules the deep

And stills the angry wave,

At whose dread word the surges sweep
O'er many an ocean grave;

Whose hand is in the storm and calm

To succour or destroy;

He is thy shield 'gainst every harm,—-
To Him sing songs of joy!

Have faith in Him; 'tis not for man
To judge His wond'rous ways,
He can thy every action scan,—
To Him sing songs of praise!

Ho! Every One that Thirsteth.

Have faith in Him who rules the world,
Whose eye can compass all;

The rocks from their foundation hurl'd,
And marks the sparrow's fall:
Whose voice is in the evening breeze,
And in the tempest's roar ;

Who rules the heaven, the earth, the sea,
And can the dead restore.

Have faith in Him; be not afraid
To walk within His ways;
Think in His image ye are made,-
To Him sing songs of praise!

Ho! Every Dne that Thirsteth.

J. E. CARPENTER.

-

DUET.

Music by Stephen Glover.

HO! every one that thirsteth,

Drink at the living well,

Within whose source the streams of life
And joy eternal dwell;

Come ye, the poor, no worldly gift

The sacred draught can buy ;
Pure, deep, and sweet, and without price,
The sacred waters lie.

Come ye in faith, incline your car,
And so your soul shall live,

Strengthen'd for ever by the draught

The well of truth can give:

And God, yea, even God, whose words
Alone are just and true,

Will hear and make an everlasting

Covenant with you.

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Come ye in faith, and ye shall then

Go out with joy-be led forth free As the high mountains and the hills, That seem to sing in glee! And that shall be a sign to thee

And

ye

That He hath heard thy voice; who walk within His ways

May evermore rejoice!

Jephtha's Daughter.

LORD BYRON.-Music by Stephen Glover.

SIN

INCE our country, our God, O my sire!
Demand that thy daughter expire;

Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow--
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now.

And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And the mountains behold me no more:
If the hand that I love lay me low,
There cannot be pain in the blow.

And of this, O my father! be sure—
That the blood of thy child is as pure
As the blessing I beg ere it flow,

And the last thought that soothes me below.

Though the virgins of Salem lament,
Be the judge and the hero unbent !
I have won the great battle for thee,
And my father and country are free.

The Pilgrim.

When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd,
When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd,
Let my memory still be thy pride,
And forget not I smiled as I died!

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The Pilgrim.

MRS MACLEAN, "L. E. L."

AIN folly of another age,

VAIN

His wandering over earth,

To find the peace by some dark sin
Banish'd our household hearth.

On Lebanon the dark green pines
Wave over sacred ground;
And Carmel's consecrated rose
Springs from a hallow'd mound.

Glorious the truth they testify,
And blessed is their name;
But even in such a sacred spot
Are sin and woe the same.

O pilgrim! vain each toilsome step,
Vain every weary day;

There is no charm in toil or shrine
To wash thy guilt away.

Return, with prayer and tear, return
To those who weep at home;
To dry their tears will more avail
Than o'er a world to roam.