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, Sooth man's sojournings to the quiet tomb. 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 throng The pleasant solacer of hidden hours Still, still be mine the Blossomings of Song. POEM S. THE NATIVITY. JUDEA's plains in silence sleep By Him salvation is to mortals given, 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!" B 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, With pity have ye not below Glanced on these vales where mortals mourn? O, as I scan your nightly march, 'Tis fancy!-yet the empyrean strains Impart kind gilead to my breast; |