MORNING AND EVENING. "Thou makest the out-goings of the morning, and of the evening to rejoice."-Psalms. The out-goings of sweet morn! See the light mist The rocks that in their rifted holds abide, And darkly frown, with heads forever grey, While the clear stream gleams out in trembling pride, Through its transparent veil, like a fair, timid bride. Morn to the Earth! the cup of light she quaffs, Up soars the lark, with song his Maker taught, While the hoarse sea, whose anthem never sleeps, Reverberates God's praise, thro' all its sounding deeps. Morn to the watcher, by the sick man's bed! The slow, slow clock, tells out the welcome hour, And to the air he springs, with buoyant tread; Thrusts his sharp sickle 'mid the bearded grain, The out-goings of mild eve! the folded rose; again. While restless winds no more its murmurs swell; The stars emerging from their secret cell, A silent night-watch o'er the world to keep; And then the queenly moon, attended well, Who o'er the mighty arch of Heaven doth sweep, Speaking of Nature's King, in language still and deep. The charms of eve how sweet, he best can say, His prattling daughter seeks a father's gaze, And gives that tender smile, which o'er his slumber plays. She too, who wins her bread by toil severe, And from her home at early morn must go, To earn the bread that dries her children's tear, How hails her heart, the sun declining low! Love nerves the feet, that else were sad and slow, A mother's rapture kindles in her eyes, And see, from labour loos'd, the drooping team, The scaly monsters check their boisterous play, The slumbering songsters hush their warbled lay, While man's sweet hymn of praise, doth close the summer day. 26* A HEBREW TALE. "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away."-Job. TWILIGHT was deepening with a tinge of eve, The holy man his peaceful threshold pass'd, With hasting step. The evening meal was spread, And she, who from life's morn his heart had shar'd, Breathed her fond welcome. Bowing o'er the board, The blessing of his father's God he sought, Then with a glance Of hallow'd pleasure, "call my sons," he said, "And let me bless them, ere their hour of rest.” The observant mother spake with gentle voice, The sweet repast with sweet discourse was blent, "Would thou hadst seen With me, how the young morning wrapp'd in light, "Yet most I wish'd thee near, Amid the temple's pomp, when the high priest, Clad in his robe pontifical, invok'd The God of Abraham, while from lute and harp, Loud hallelujahs burst. "When next I seek Blest Zion's glorious hill, our beauteous boys Must bear me company. Their early prayers Will rise as incense. Thy too tender love, No longer must detain them. The new toil Will give them sweeter sleep, and touch their cheek With brighter crimson. "Mid their raven curls My hand I'll lay, and dedicate them there, Faintly she smiled, "One doubt, my lord, I fain would have thee solve. Gems of rich lustre, and of countless price |