The lightning of intellect flashed from his eye, Above, near the path of the pilgrim, he sleeps, And the bright-bosomed Thames, in its majesty, sweeps, The Missionaries' Farewell.-ANONYMOUS. LAND where the bones of our fathers are sleeping, Land of our fathers, in grief we forsake thee, God is thy God; thou shalt walk in His brightness; Dark is our path o'er the dark rolling ocean: Hail to the land of our toils and our sorrows! *This highly intellectual savage, appropriately styled "king of the woods," was no less distinguished for his acts of humanity than heroism He fell in the bloody charge at Moravian town, during the war of 1812-15 Mozart's Requiem.-Rurus DAWES. THE tongue of the vigilant clock tolled one, The shrouded moon looked out upon A cold, dank region, more cheerless and dun, Mozart now rose from a restless bed, Though long had he wooingly sought to wed He knelt to the God of his worship then, He was tall, the stranger who gazed on him, His cheek was pale, and his eye was dim, "Mozart, there is one whose errand I bear, Who cannot be known to thee; He grieves for a friend, and would have thee prepare A requiem, blending a mournful air With the sweetest melody." "I'll furnish the requiem then," he cried, Mozart grew pale when the vision fled, He knew 'twas a messenger sent from the dead, He knew that the days of his life were told, And his breast grew faint within; The blood through his bosom crept slowly and cold, And his lamp of life could barely hold The flame that was flickering. Yet he went to his task with a cheerful zeal, He spoke not, he moved not, but only to kneel 'Tis best thy will be done!" He gazed on his loved one, who cherished him well, "This music will chime with my funeral knell, The cold moon waned: on that cheerless day, "I will be glad in the Lord." Psalm civ. 34.ANONYMOUS. WHEN morning's first and hallowed ray To chase the pearly dews away, Bright tear-drops of the night, My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, On wings of everlasting love, And finds its home in THEE. When evening's silent shades descend, And nature sinks to rest, Still to my Father and my Friend My wishes are addressed. Though tears may dim my hours of joy., THOU reign'st where grief cannot annoy; And e'en when midnight's solemn gloom, I dream of that fair land, O Lord, To the Memory of a Brother.-ANONYMOUS BEHOLD the glorious morn! and where art thou, And stand, with the spring flowers about thee waking Were these to thee a weariness-the birds, A mother's love, whose holy influence fell, Like light, upon thy head? Young brother!" had the sound no joy for thee, That in the dust this hour thy form should be, And mute thy blessed voice? O, there be yearnings for thee, gentlest one, Gone with thy grace and thy sweet laughter's tone. Meet were thy footsteps for the world of flowers, Of the crowned summer's reign; And thou within the silent grave art laid, And there are dancing o'er the joyous earth The clasping of thy gentle hand, thou child, But I will speak of thee at eventide, When, in their watchfulness, the pure stars glide And when, alas! shall come the morning's gleam I will remember, and the dream shall be And I will deem thou'rt standing even now, A Home everywhere.-S. GRAHAM. HEAVE, mighty ocean, heave, And blow, thou boisterous wind; Away, away we steer, Upon the ocean's breast; And dim the distant heights appear, Like clouds along the west. There is a loneliness Upon the mighty deep; And hurried thoughts upon us press, Our home-O, heavens-that word! |