GOLDEN DAYS.

GOLDEN days-where are they?

Pilgrims east and west

Cry if we could find them

We would pause and rest;

We would pause and rest a little
From our long and weary ways:
Where are they, then, where are they
Golden days?

Golden days

where are they?

Ask of childhood's years,

Still untouched by sorrow,

Still undimmed by tears;

Ah, they seek a phantom Future,

Crowned with brighter, starry rays, Where are they, then, where are they Golden days?

Golden days where are they?

Has Love learnt the spell That will charm them hither,

Near our hearth to dwell? Insecure are all her treasures,

Restless is her anxious gaze:

Where are they, then, where are they, —
Golden days?

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Where are they, then, where are they — Golden days?

EVENING HYMN.

THE shadows of the evening hours
Fall from the darkening sky;

Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie;

Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven,

We kneel at close of day;

Look on Thy children from on high
And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
O do not Thou despise;

But let the incense of our prayers
Before Thy mercy rise,

The brightness of the coming night

Upon the darkness rolls;

With hopes of future glory chase

The shadows on our souls.

A DREAM.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade;
So fade within our heart

The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart;

Slowly the bright stars, one by one,

Within the Heavens shine:

Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in Heaven
And trust in things divine.

Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God,
Upon our souls descend;

From midnight fears and perils, Thou
Our trembling hearts defend;

Give us a respite from our toil,

Calm and subdue our woes;

Through the long day we suffer, Lord,
O give us now repose.

ΙΟΙ

A DREAM.

ALL yesterday I was spinning,

Sitting alone in the sun;

And the dream that I spun was so lengthy, It lasted till day was done.

I heeded not cloud or shadow

That flitted over the hill,

Or the humming-bees, or the swallows,

Or the trickling of the rill.

I took the threads for my spinning,
All of blue summer air,

And a flickering ray of sunlight
Was woven in here and there.

The shadows grew longer and longer,
The evening wind passed by,
And the purple splendor of sunset
Was flooding the western sky.

But I could not leave my spinning,
For so fair my dream had grown,
I heeded not, hour by hour,

How the silent day had flown.

At last the gray shadows fell round me,
And the night came dark and chill,
And I rose and ran down the valley,
And left it on the hill.

I went up the hill this morning

To the place where my spinning lay, There was nothing but glistening dewdrops Remained of my dream to-day.

MINISTERING ANGELS.

ANGELS of light, spread your bright wings and keep

Near me at morn;

Nor in the starry eve, nor midnight deep,

Leave me forlorn.

LINKS WITH HEAVEN.

From all dark spirits of unholy power
Guard my weak heart

Circle around me in each perilous hour,
And take my part.

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From all foreboding thoughts and dangerous fears. Keep me secure;

Teach me to hope, and through the bitterest tears Still to endure.

If lonely in the road so fair and wide
My feet should stray,

Then through a rougher, safer pathway guide.

Should my

Me day by day.

heart faint at its unequal strife,

O still be near!

Shadow the perilous sweetness of this life
With holy fear.

Then leave me not alone in this bleak world,
Where'er I roam,

And at the end, with your bright wings unfurled,
O take me home!

LINKS WITH HEAVEN.

UR God in Heaven, from that holy place,

OUR

To each of us an Angel guide has given; But Mothers of dead children have more grace,

For they give Angels to their God and Heaven