With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume, And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes: The bee comes sipping, every eventide, The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill." "Not to myself alone," The circling star with honest pride doth boast-"Not to myself alone I rise and set; I write upon night's coronal of jet His power and skill who formed our myriad host: A friendly beacon at heaven's open gate, I gem the sky, That man might ne'er forget, in every fate, "Not to myself alone,' The heavy-laden bee doth murmuring hum— "Not to myself alone from flower to flower, I rove the wood, the garden and the bower, And to the hive at evening weary come : for man the luscious food I pile For man, With busy care, Content if this repay my ceaseless_toil-- "Not to myself alone," The soaring bird with lusty pinion sings— "Not to myself alone I raise the song : I cheer the drooping with my warbling tongue, viewless wings; And bear the mourner on my I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn, And God adore; I call the worldling from his dross, to turn, "Not to myself alone,” The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way "Not to myself alone I sparkling glide: I scatter life and health on every side, And strew the fields with herb and flow'ret gay; My gladsome tune; I sweeton and refresh the languid air "Not to myself alone" Oh man, forget not thou, earth's honored priest ! Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God, LOVE IN THE MILLENIUM. SINGING OF HER MISSION AND VICTORY. D. K. LEE. As a dove to her nest where the cold serpent coils Where the cruel dealt stripes I took grief from the wound, When contempt breathed her scorn, I had tears for the [ground. lowly; When Revenge rallied fiends till they cumbered the I transfigured them all into Seraphim holy ! I am shepherdess now of the spirits of men, And my lambs crowd my way as I lead on before them; They are coming from desert, from mountain and glen, To receive the beatitude sent to reign o'er them! PEACE. DAY K. LEE. The morn was dark, the day was drear, To dwell among mankind. But darkness fled before her face, The world is ruled by Charity, There will be war no more. Kings waded to their thrones in blood, There will be war no more. In hateful conflict brothers fell, And lovely women bled, And children shrieked before their train, The mourner's cry call down the Grace, THERE IS A LOVE. MARY ANN BROWNE. There is a love so fond, so true, No art the magic tie can sever; 'Tis ever beauteous, ever new; Its chain once linked is linked forever. There is a love, but passion's beam, Too fond, too warm, too bright to last,--- The phrensy of a fevered dream, That burns a moment, then is past. 'Tis like the lightning's lurid glare, There is a love whose feeling rolls In pure unruffled calmness on,— The meeting of congenial souls, Of hearts whose currents flow in one. It is a blessing that is felt But by united minds that flow, As sunbeams into sunbeams melt To light a frozen world below. There is a love that o'er the war Of jarring passions pours its light, And sheds its influence like a star That brightest burns in darkest night. It is a love best known to those Who hand in hand, amidst the strife Together have withstood their foes, Together shared the storms of life. It is so true, so fixed, so strong, It parts not with the parting breath; In the soul's flight 'tis borne along, And holds the heart-strings e'en in death 'Tis never quenched by sorrow's tide ;-No, 'tis a flame caught from above, A tie that death cannot divide ; 'Tis the bright torch of wedded love." But there is one love, not of earth, It is a star of heavenly birth, And only shines unshaken there. 'Tis when this clay resigns its breath, |