The lantern gleamed through the Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee. In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like The breakers were right beneath her Week in, week out, from morn till bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, night, You can hear his bellows blow; And a whooping billow swept the You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, And with his hard, rough hand he | Thus at the flaming forge of life wipes A tear out of his eyes. Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. ENDYMION THE rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between And silver white the river gleams As if Diana, in her dreams It consecrates each grave within its With thy rude ploughshare, Death, walls, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed "River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free" Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith, that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom, In the fair gardens of that second birth; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth. Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea! Four long years of mingled feeling, Half in rest, and half in strife, I have seen thy waters stealing Onward, like the stream of life. Thou hast taught me, Silent River! Many a lesson, deep and long; Thou hast been a generous giver: I can give thee but a song. Oft in sadness and in illness, I have watched thy current glide, |