NORA CREINA ESBIA hath a beaming eye, L But no one knows for whom it beameth; But what they aim at no one dreameth. My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Like unexpected light surprises! O my Nora Creina, dear, In many eyes, But Love in yours, my Nora Creina. Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Is loveliness The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refined, But when its points are gleaming round us, To dazzle merely, or to wound us? Pillowed on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is but the crumpling of the roses. My mild, my artless Nora Creina! Hath no such light As warms your eyes, my Nora Creina. OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT FT, in the stilly night, OFT Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but him departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me. O' OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME H! BREATHE not his name,-let it sleep in the shade, Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. 10292 THE The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise No more to chiefs and ladies bright The chord alone that breaks at night Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL MIRIAM'S SONG "And Miriam, the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances.» - EXOD. xv. 20. S OUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea: Jehovah has triumphed - his people are free! Sing for the pride of the tyrant is broken: His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave- Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? "THOU ART, O GOD≫ "The day is thine, the night is also thine; thou hast prepared the light and the sun. "Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."- PSALM 1xxiv. 16, 17. HOU art, O God, the life and light THOU Of all this wondrous world we, see; When day, with farewell beam, delays Through golden vistas into heaven, When night, with wings of starry gloom, When youthful spring around us breathes, THE BIRD LET LOOSE HE bird let loose in eastern skies, THE When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, So grant me, God, from every care To hold my course to thee! |