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NIGHT. X

HE sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower

In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,

Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have ta'en delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest

Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:

And pitying the tender cries,

And walking round the fold:

Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,

Are driven away

From our immortal day.

"And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep,

Or think on Him who bore thy name,

Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o'er the fold."

NURSE'S SONG.

HEN the voices of children are heard on the green,

And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast,

And everything else is still.

"Then come home, my children, the sun is gone

down,

And the dews of night arise;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,

Till the morning appears in the skies."

"No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep;

Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,

And the hills are all covered with sheep." "Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed."

The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed, And all the hills echoèd.

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy, but two days old.

Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,

I sing the while;

Sweet joy befall thee!

A DREAM. apl

NCE a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me."

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

"I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!"