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THE BURIAL OF MOSES.
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
While peals the minute-gun.
Amid the noblest of the land
We lay the sage to rest,
With costly marble drest,
Where lights like glories fall,
Along the emblazoned wall.
This was the truest warrior
That ever buckled swordThis the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word ;
Traced with his golden pen,
As he wrote down for men.
And had he not high honour
The hill-side for a pall,
With stars for tapers tall ?
Over his bier to wave,
To lay him in the grave?
In that strange grave without a name,
Whence his uncoffined clay
Before the Judgment Day ;
On the hills he never trod,
With the Incarnate Son of God.
O lonely grave in Moab's land !
O dark Beth-Peor's hill !
And teach them to be still.
Ways that we cannot tell ;
Mrs. C. F. Alexander,
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.
Give me the man who'll say
If we act and never wait,
Of a past that comes too late!
Don't tell me of to-morrow,
There is much to do to-day That can never be accomplished
If we throw the hours away. Every moment has its duty;
Who the future can foretell? Then why put off till to-morrow
What to-day can do as well ?
Don't tell me of to-morrow;
If we look upon the past,
We cannot do at last !
For all on this frail earth:
-7. E. Carpenter,
THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
THE THREE FISHERS.
Away to the West as the sun went down;
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
Though the harbour bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down: They looked at the squall and they looked at the shower,
And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown.
And the harbour bar be moaning.
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
For those who will never come home to the town.
ENIGMA. 'T WAS in heaven pronounced, and 't was muttered in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell ; On the confines of earth ’t was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed. 'T will be found in the sphere when 't is riven asunder, Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder ; 'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath, Attends him at birth and awaits him at death, Presides o'er his happiness, honour, and health, Is the prop of his house and the end of his wealth; In the heaps of the miser 't is hoarded with care, But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir. It begins every hope, every wish it must bound; With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned; Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam, But woe to the wretch who expels it from home! In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found, Nor e’en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned. 'T will not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear, It will make it acutely and instantly hear. Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flowerAh! breathe on it softly-it dies in an hour.
Progress, Nature's golden rule;
Learn in Nature's wondrous school.
Broad-armed oaks from acorns grow,
Mighty islands from below.
Leading to the heights of Mind;