Then, trembli~, through the dewy ekies,
Look out the ata~ like thoughtful eyes
Of angels, 'calm reclining there,
And gazing on the world of care.
81Sweet hour I for heavenly musing made,
When Ianac walk'tl and David prny'd ;
Wben Abraham's offering God did own,
And Jesus loved to be alone. AxoN.
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0 Evlmmo grey! how oft ba-re I admired
Thy airy tApestry, whose radiAnce fired
The glowing minstrels ofthe olden time,
Until their very souls fiow'd forth in rhyme I
And I have listen'd till my spirit p-ew
Familinr witb their deathless strains, and drew
From the same souroe some pot'tion of the glow
Which fill'd their spjrits, whe-n from earth below
They soonu'd thy golden imagery. And I
Have consecrated thee, bright Evening Sky,
My fount of inspiration: and 1 fling
My spirit on thy clouds-an offering
To the great deity of dying day
Who hath transfused o'er thee hls purple ray.
JoHN BETHUNE.
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A OLOtiD lay cradled nel\l' the settiDg ann,
A gleam of crimson tingen its braided snow:
Long had I watch'd the glory moving on
O'er the still rndiance of the lake below.
Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow!
Even in its very, motion there WRil rest:
While every breath of wind that cbl\nced to blow
Wa.fted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Emblem, metbought, of the departed soul,
To whose white robe the gleam of bliaa is given ;
And by the breath of mercy made to roll
Right onwards to the golden gates of heaven,
Where, to the eye of faith 1 it peaceful lies,
And tells to man his glorious destinies. W n.so:lf.
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