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With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume,

And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes:

The bee comes sipping, every eventide,

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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,
His home on high.”

"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--
A scanty share."

"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,
And sing and soar.',

"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;
I sing unto the common, bleak and bare,

My gladsome tune;

I sweeton and refresh the languid air
In droughty June."

"Not to myself alone"

Oh man, forget not thou, earth's honored priest !
Its tongue, its soul, its life, its pulse, its heart-
In earth's great chorus to sustain thy part.
Chiefest of guests at Love's ungrudging feast,
Play not the niggard, spurn thy native clod,
And self disown;

Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God,
Not to thyself alone.

LOVE IN THE MILLENIUM.

SINGING OF HER MISSION AND VICTORY.

D. K. LEE.

As a dove to her nest where the cold serpent coils
As a hart to the wild where the bold loin roareth,
I went forth to transgressors in many long toils,
And I spake to offenders the word that restoreth.

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,
And wailings filled the wind,
When came this gentle angel down

To dwell among mankind.

But darkness fled before her face,
And Hate and Strife gave o'er-

The world is ruled by Charity,

There will be war no more.

Kings waded to their thrones in blood,
And made of tears their cup,
And conquerors had their monuments
Of human hearts piled up.
But she gave all the people peace,
And wash'd away their gore ;—
The world is ruled by Charity,

There will be war no more.

In hateful conflict brothers fell,

And lovely women bled,

And children shrieked before their train,
And gasped beneath their tread.

The mourner's cry call down the Grace,
And now, from shore to shore,
The world is ruled by Charity,
There will be war no more.

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,
That streams its blaze of fatal light,
Flames for an instant through the air,
Then sinks away in deepest night.

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,
Though sullied by the streaming tear,

It is a star of heavenly birth,

And only shines unshaken there.

'Tis when this clay resigns its breath,
And the soul quits its frail abode,
That rising from the bed of death,
This love is pure—the love of God.

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