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SONG OF THE ANGELS.
YALM on the listening ear of night
Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judæa stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains !
Shed sacred glories there ;
Make music on the air.
Send back the glad reply ;
The dayspring from on high.
There comes a holier calm,
Her silent groves of palm.
Loud with their anthems ring; Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's Eternal King !
Light on thy hills, Jerusalem !
The Saviour now is born!
Edmund Hamilton Sears. BETHLEHEM AND GOLGOTHA.
N Bethlehem He first arose,
From whom we draw our true life's breath; And Golgotha at last he chose, Where his cross broke the power of death. I wandered from the Western strand, Through strange scenes of the Morning Land; But naught so great did I survey As Bethlehem and Golgotha.
The ancient wonders of the world
Here rose aloft, - the mighty Seven;
But Bethlehem and Golgotha.
The toil that built you never gave
Through Bethlehem and Golgotha.
Of all Shiraz the sweetest flower!
Ye Indian sea-coasts, breathing spice,
Thou Caaba! black stone of the waste,
At which the feet of half our line
O Thou, who in a shepherd-stable
An infant willingly hast lain,
The Magi kings went forth to see
The Shepherd Stock, the Paschal Lamb;
As East and West encamping lay
O, march we not in martial band,
But with the Spirit's flag unfurled !
With pilgrim staff and scallop-shell
Through Eastern climes I sought to roam;
Brought from my travels to my home :
O heart! what helps it, that the knee
Upon his natal spot is bended ?
Friedrich Rückert. Tr. N. L. Frothingham.
W of ?
HAT mouldering pile near Ephrath stands alone,
Rude is the chamber where her bones repose,
THE THREE KINGS.
THREE Kings came riding from far away,
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star,
The star was so beautiful, large, and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky Became a white mist in the atmosphere, And by this they knew that the coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.
Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;