JACOB'S FUNERAL. BY CHARLES W. UPHAM. A TRAIN came forth from Egypt's land, His father's bones they bore away, A stately train, dark Egypt's pride, And silently, in sorrow ride Old men of hoary hair. For many days they passed along To Atad's threshing floor, And sang their last and saddest song Upon the Jordan's shore. And Atad saw the strangers mourn, That silent, wo-clad band, And wondered much whose bones were borne, They saw the chieftain's grief was sore,— They passed the wave that Jacob passed, 'Twas when he met upon his path His brother's wild array, And fled, for fear his ancient wrath Gen. xxxII, 10. VESPERS. BY FRANCIS BARBOUR. * The hour of prayer! Within the crowded chancel, while the shroud Of night comes down upon the poor and proud, Low bended there. Perchance there be Some lowly worshippers at eventide, Breathing their humble prayer, on some hill-side By the deep sea: Or in the drear And rayless coverts of the pathless woods, And suppliant now, At altars beaten by tempest's shock, At some rude cross upon the rifted rock, A chastening power Falls like the coming of an angel's spell, O'er the calmed spirit, when the shadows tell The evening hour. Thus at the close Of life's short day, may its receding light Which led us on, be peaceful, calm and bright, As when it rose. And may no fear Upon our hearts a trembling record trace, And may we go to our long resting place BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. ON sunny slope and beechen swell, Far upward in the mellow light Rose the blue hills. One cloud of white, In the warm blush of evening shone ; An image of the silver lakes, By which the Indian's soul awakes. |