. The Seraph throwing off his Disguise, “ How amiable are Thy Tabernacles," Henry F. Lyte. 341 “ Christ turned and looked upon Peter,” Imperfection of Human Sympathy, John Keble. 350 The spacious Firmament on high, Joseph Addison. 359 The Lord the Good Shepherd, James Montgomery. 364 . “ Dum vivimus, vivamus," Philip Doddridge. 369 Haste Not! Rest Not! . Johann W. Von Goethe. Bringing our Sheaves with us, Elizabeth Akers. 373 Presumption and Despair, Richard Chevenix Trench. 379 Lines written in a Churchyard, Herbert Knowles. 385 Shall I fear, O Earth, thy Bosom? Thomas Davis. 387 As Down in the Sunless Retreats, Thomas Moore. 415 The Dying Christain to his Soul, Alexander Pope. 419 Our POETICAL FAVORITES. The Voiceless. WE E count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy fame is proud to win them; Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story; Weep for the voiceless, who have known The cross without the crown of glory! Not where Leucadian breezes sweep O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow, But where the glistening night-dews weep O’er nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow. O hearts that break and give no sign Save-whitening lip and fading tresses, Till Death pours out his cordial wine, Slow-dropped from Misery's crushing presses ! If singing breath or echoing cord To every hidden pang were given, What endless melodies were poured, As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven ! OLIVER W. HOLMES. |
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