Shall we not mid the silence Shall we not see dear faces, Till the mists of that lone chamber MRS. C. F. ORNE. Emmortality. A VOICE within us speaks the startling word, "Man, thou shalt never die !" celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls: according harps, By angel fingers touched, when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality. DANA. GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS. The Builders. ALL are architects of Fate, Nothing useless is, nor low; Each thing in its place is best, For the structure that we raise, Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps between; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Else our lives are incomplete, Build to-day, then, strong and sure, Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye LONGFELLOW. Young Thoughts. YOUNG thoughts have music in them :-love And happiness their theme. HALLECK. A Bright Chought. I HAVE seen change-though youth is on my brow, I have seen change. I've trod the glittering way Of the loud throng-and lived in lighted halls; my heart In thankfulness of spirit, that Woman's Sympathy. How sweet is woman's love, is woman's care! When struck and shattered in a stormy hour, We droop forlorn, and man, with Stoic air, Neglects, or roughly aids, power, then, robed in Then Nature's angel seeks the mourner's bower. GALLEY KNIGHT. Life is but a Gleam. THIS life is but a gleam, A shadow quickly past, A flake on ocean cast,- MRS. E. M. SIDNEY. |