Chilly but sweet the midnight air; And lo! with every sound, Down from the ivy-leaf a drop Comes glittering to the ground. 'Twas night when Christ was born on earth; Alas! and is our love too weak Pray for the millions slumbering now; The sick who cannot sleep; O may those sweet sounds waft them thoughts As peaceful, and as deep. Pray for th' unholy, and the vain; Pray for the aged, and the poor`; And ever let us wing our prayer Glory to God for ever, The Father and the Son, And Thee, O Holy Ghost, by whom DE VERE. A MIDNIGHT HYMN. In the mid silence of the voiceless night, When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee; Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek O God, but Thee? And if there be a weight upon my breast, And lay it down. Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill, My bosom takes no heed of what it is, Since 'tis Thy will. For O, in spite of past and present care, My God, with Thee. More tranquil than the stillness of the night, More peaceful than the silence of that hour, More blest than anything, my bosom lies Beneath Thy power. For what is there on earth that I desire, Time. "Redeeming the Time." How oft we fret for Time's delays, And urge him on with sighs, But to lament in after days How rapidly he flies! Too late we sorrow to receive What once we thought a boon: Life hurries past us, but we grieve To reach the grave too soon. J. D. BURNS. "Redeeming the Time." SOSE one day loitering, 'twill be the same story To-morrow, and the next more dilatory. The indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost, lamenting o'er lost days; What thou canst do, or think'st thou canst, begin it— Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Secure the moment, and the mind grows heated, Begin it, and the work will be completed. NOW!-TO-DAY! ARISE! for the day is passing, Arise from your dreams of the future- Of bidding the giant yield; |