13-l fOJ:M.B OJ' UlAGIJI.t.TIOlf .t.l!D J'All~.
From boyhood's hour, th&t instant came
Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept I
Bleat tea.re of aoul-felt penitence I
In whose benign, redeeming tlow
Is felt the-first, the only sense
Of guiltleea joy that guilt CIIU know.- • • • • • •
And now-beholct him knetJiing there
By the child's aide, in humble prnyer,
While the UAme sunbeam ahines upcm
The guilty and the guiltlees one,
And b1mna of joy proclaim through heaven
The triumph of a soul forgiYen.
'*aleiot.
THB shades of nigbt were falling fast,
A.JJ through a.u Alpine 'rillage ~'d
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ioo,
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
His \>row waa sad ; his eye beneath,
Flash'd like a.laulchion from its sbeath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unk.oown teAgue.
Excelsior!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam 'lnU"lll &nd bright ;
A.llove the epec'ral glaciers shone,
But from his lipe escaped a groan,
Excelsior!
"Try not the PMB!,. the old man aaid;.
"Dark lowers the tempest overhea.d,
'D1e roaring torrent is deep aud wide I"'
Bat loud that clarion voice repli.ed
Excelaior I
"0 stay," the tnaiden said, "and rest.
Thy weary head upon this breaat I"
A.. tear stood in his bright bl11e ey~
.But still be answer'd with a sigb,
Excelsior I