Ever Remembered.

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EVER REMEMBERED.

P and away, like the dew of the morning,
Soaring from earth to its home in the

sun

So let me steal away, gently and lovingly, Only remembered by what I have done.

My name, and my place, and my tomb, all forgotten,
The brief race of time well and patiently run;
So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,
Only remembered by what I have done.

Gladly away from this toil would I hasten,

Up to the crown that for me has been won; Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises, Only remembered by what I have done.

Up and away, like the odours of sunset,

That sweetens the twilight as darkness comes on; So be my life-a thing felt but not noticed, And I but remembered by what I have done.

Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshness, When the flowers that it came from are closed up

and gone;

So would I be to this world's weary dwellers,

Only remembered by what I have done.

C

Needs there the praise of the love-written record,

The name and the epitaph graved on the stone? The things we have lived for, let them be our story, We ourselves but remembered by what we have done.

I need not be missed, if my life has been bearing

(As its summer and autumn moved silently on) The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season; I shall still be remembered by what I have done.

I need not be missed, if another succeed me,

To reap down those fields which in spring I have sown;

He who ploughed and who sowed is not missed by the reaper,

He is only remembered by what he has done.

B

A SABBATH HYMN.

RIGHT shadows of true rest; some shoots of bliss!

Heaven once a week;

The next world's gladness prepossessed in this;

A day to seek

Eternity in time; the steps by which

We climb above all ages; lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days; and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight:

The Song of the Stars.

The pulleys unto headlong man; time's bower;
The narrow way;

Transplanted paradise; God's walking hour;
The cool o' the day;

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The creature's jubilee; God's parle with dust; Heaven here; man on those hills of myrrh, of flowers;

Angels descending; the returns of trust;
A gleam of glory after six days' showers;
The Church's love-feasts; time's prerogative
And interest

Deducted from the whole; the combs and hive,
And home of rest;

The milky-way chalked out with suns; a clue
That guides through erring hours, and in full

story;

A taste of Heaven on earth; the pledge and cue
Of a full feast, and the out-courts of glory.

THE SONG OF THE STARS.

HEN the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,

And the empty realms of darkness and

death

Were moved through their depths by His mighty

breath,

And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame

From the void abyss by myriads came,

In the joy of youth as they darted away,
Through the widening wastes of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rang,

And this was the song the bright ones sang:

"Away, away, through the wide, wide sky,
The fair blue fields that before us lie,—
Each sun with the worlds that round him roll,
Each planet, poised on her turning pole ;
With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.

"For the source of glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;
And we drink as we go the luminous tides
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides;
Lo, yonder the living splendours play;
Away, on our joyous path, away!

•

"Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar,

In the infinite azure, star after star,

How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass !

How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass!

And the path of the gentle winds is seen,

Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean.

"And see where the brighter day-beams pour, How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower; And the morn and eve, with their pomp of hues, Shift o'er the bright planets and shed their dews; And 'twixt them both, o'er the teeming ground, With her shadowy cone the night goes round!

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"Be ye therefore ready."

Away, away! in our blossoming bowers,

In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours,
In the seas and fountains that shine with morn,
See, Love is brooding, and Life is born,
And breathing myriads are breaking from night,
To rejoice, like us, in motion and light,

"Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,
To weave the dance that measures the years;
Glide on, in the glory and gladness sent,
To the farthest wall of the firmament,-
The boundless visible smile of Him,

To the veil of whose brow your lamps are dim."

"BE YE THEREFORE READY."

HE world is very evil;

The times are waxing late :
Be sober and keep vigil;
The Judge is at the gate :

The Judge that comes in mercy,

The Judge that comes with might,

To terminate the evil,

To diadem the right.

When the just and gentle Monarch
Shall summon from the tomb,

Let man, the guilty, tremble,
For Man, the GOD, shall doom.

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