2. 'Tis a voice that sweeps through the evening sky, When the clouds o'er the pale moon are hurrying by; While the fickle gusts, as they come and go, Wake the forest boughs on the mountain's brow; In the waves that are roused from the lake's clear glass, 3. And that voice breaks out in the tempest's flight, 4. 'Tis a voice which comes in the early morn, 5. In the twilight hour, when the weary bird On its nest is sleeping, that voice is heard ; While mist-robes are drawn o'er the green earth's breast, And the light wakes no smile in the babbling rill; 6. There are whispers of God in the cataract's roar, 'Midst the incense that floats from Arabia's strand, 7. And it saith to the cold and the careless heart, From many a hallowed and glorious spot, I have called by my Spirit, and ye would not! BET Than rank and titles, a thousand fold, And simple pleasures that always please; 2. Better than gold is a conscience clear, Though toiling for bread in a humble sphere; Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot; 3. Better than gold is the sweet repose Of the sons of toil when their labors close; A shorter road to the land of dreams. 4. Better than gold is a thinking mind, 5. Better than gold is a peaceful home, Where all the fireside charities come, Or tried with sorrow by Heaven's decree, نا 66 LESSON XXXI. THE ANGEL OF THE LEAVES: AN ALLEGORY. 'A' HANNAH F. GOULD. LAS! alas!" said the sorrowing Tree, "my beautiful robe is gone! It has been torn from me. Its faded pieces whirl upon the wind; they rustle beneath the squirrel's foot, as he searches for his nut. They float upon the passing stream, and on the quivering lake. Woe is me! for my fair, green vesture is gone. It was the gift of the Angel of the Leaves! I have lost it, and my glory has vanished; my beauty has disappeared. My summer hours have passed away. My bright and comely garment, alas ! it is rent in a thousand parts. 2. "Who will weave me such another? Piece by piece, it has been stripped from me. Scarcely did I sigh for the loss of one, ere another wandered off on the air. The sound of music cheers me no more. The birds that sang in my bosom were dismayed at my desolation. They have flown away with their songs. 3. "I stood in my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile. The zephyrs breathed softly through its glossy folds; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow was wide upon the earth. My arms spread far on the gentle air; my head was lifted high; my forehead was fair to the heavens. But now, how changed! Sadness is upon me; my head is shorn, my arms are stripped; I can not now throw a shadow on the ground. Beauty has departed; gladness is gone out of my bosom ; the blood has retired from my heart, it has sunk into the earth. 4. "I am thirsty; I am cold. My naked limbs shiver in the chilly air. The keen blast comes pitiless among them. The winter is coming; I am destitute. Sorrow is my por- tion. Mourning must wear me away. count to the Angel who clothed me, for the loss of his beautiful gift?” 5. The Angel had been listening. In soothing accents he answered the lamentation. "My beloved Tree," said he, "be comforted. I am with thee still, though every leaf has forsaken thee. The voice of gladness is hushed among thy boughs; but let my whisper console thee. Thy sorrow is but for a season. Trust in me; keep my promise in thy heart. Be patient and full of hope. Let the words I leave with thee abide and cheer thee through the coming winter. Then I will return and clothe thee anew. 6. "The storm will drive over thee, the snow will sift through thy naked limbs. But these will be light and passing afflictions. The ice will weigh heavily on thy helpless arms; but it shall soon dissolve into tears. It shall pass into the ground, and be drunken by thy roots. Then it will creep up in secret beneath thy bark. It will spread into the branches it has oppressed, and help me to adorn them; for I shall be here to use it. retired for safety. The Earth will not rob her 7. "Thy blood has now only frost would chill and destroy it. offspring. She is a careful parent. She knows the wants of all her children, and forgets not to provide for the least of them. 8. "The sap, that has for a while gone down, will make thy roots strike deeper and spread wider. It will then return to nourish thy heart. It will be renewed and strengthened. Then, if thou shalt have remembered and trusted in my promise, I will fulfill it. Buds shall shoot forth on every side of thy boughs. I will unfold for thee another robe. I will paint it and fit it in every part. It shall be a |