'; THE NIGHT COMETH.
We see the evening shadows
?.. Upon the dewy ground;
And the flowers are softly closing
Tbat by the way abound.
The clouds are growing darker,
Thend hide the rading light; .
The wind is sighing sadly,
Then cometh on the night.
Our hearts are growing weary; ...,
Our eyes are fain to close;
The limbs relax in slumber
!
: Oh, sweet will be repose.
· Yet, ere the evening vanish,
Oh, let us rouse again,
And work awhile in earnest-
It may not be in vain.
Our task is uncompleted;
Oh, faint not in the light. . .
But work a little longer
Till day is lost in night.
MARIANNE FARKINGHAM.