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The belief that some of these pieces have occasionally kindled the glow and warmed the piety of Christians in this and other lands, gives unalloyed pleasure. Several of them will be recognized as being enrolled with Zion's songs -not unknown in the sanctuary, nor strangers to the place of private devotion,
There are yet flowers in life's wilderness
That fling upon the air a sweet perfume, And with the charm of Eden-loveliness
Sooth man's sojournings to the quiet tomb.
As nor to covet, nor to gather these.
And yet their sweets no witchery have to please The proud, that careless pluck with wanton will. Fairest of lingerers in earth's sunny bowers;
The delicate, not found amid the throngThe pleasant solacer of hidden hours
Still, still be mine the Blossomings of Song.
PO EM S.
JUDEA's plains in silence sleep
Beneath the cloudless midnight sky; And o'er their flocks the shepherds keep
Kind watch, to David's city nigh:
Is she awhile to entertain,
It is o’er earthly realms to reign :
For see, along the deep blue arch
A glory breaks—and now a throng, From where the sparkling planets march,
Come trooping down with shout and song ; And o'er those pastures, bath'd in light,
The sacred legions stay their wing, While on the wakeful ear of night,
Steals the rich hymn that Seraphs sing ; And sweetly thus the mellow accents ran, “Glory to God, Good Will and Peace to Man!”
TO THE STARS.
Fair stars ! upon the brow of night
Ye never tire,-pure diadems,
Minstrels are ye—your early song
Ye stars ! if aught 'tis yours to know,
O, as I scan your nightly march,
'Tis fancy !-yet the empyrean
strains Impart kind gilead to my breast ;