+ THERE is no form upon our earth, That bears the mighty Maker's seal, But has some charm-to draw this forth, We need but hearts to feel. I saw a fair young girl-her face Was sweet as dream of cherished friend Just at the age when childhood's grace And maiden softness blend. A silkworm in her hand she laid; She raised it to her dimpled cheek, That worm-I should have shrunk, in truth, THE AUTUMN EVENING. But, loved by innocence and youth, I deemed it worthy love. Would we, I thought, the soul imbue, And, when with usefulness combined, There is no form upon our earth, THE AUTUMN EVENING. BY W. O. B. PEABODY. BEHOLD the western evening light! 61 62 THE AUTUMN EVENING. The winds breathe low; the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath, How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed! 'Tis like the peace the Christian gives How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! 'Tis like the memory left behind When loved ones breathe their last. And now, above the dews of night, So faith springs in the heart of those But soon the morning's happier light And eyelids that are sealed in death Shall wake to close no more. SABBATH EVENING TWILIGHT. BY W. CUTTER. DELIGHTFUL hour of sweet repose, Of hallowed thoughts, of love, of prayer! I love thy deep and tranquil close, Each pure desire, each high request That burned before the temple shrineThe hopes, the fears, that moved the breastAll live again in light like thine. I love thee for the fervid glow Thou shed'st around the closing day- And track the course where spirits fly, I love thee for the unbroken calm, That slumbers on this fading scene, And throws its kind and soothing charm 64 SABBATH EVENING TWILIGHT. It trances every roving thought, Yet sets the soaring fancy free- I love those joyous memories, That rush, with thee, upon the soul- That o'er the spell-bound spirit roll. Yet holier is thy peaceful close, For vows love left recorded there; Wrapped every vision hope had given. When these deep purpling shades came down, We swore, that, whether fate should crown |