Up! up! he mounts to heaven away, He meets the morning in the skies Over the landscape green and brown, The forest minstrels all are mute, Save low winds breathing like a lute, With which the trees are stirred. G. S. PHILLips. LIFE'S REALITY. I SLEPT, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke and found that life was Duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? ANON. SABBATH EVENING. Is there a time when moments flow A Sabbath eve in summer's tide. Oh then the setting sun smiles fair, Delightful scene! a world at rest, If heaven be ever felt below, Delightful hour! how soon will night Yet will there dawn at last a day— EDMESTON. LAMA SABACTHANI. As darkness and death are the gateways of heaven, So 'mid sorrow and pain, all insight is given; Oft must we inly cry If we would crucify, Oft must we inly know Hear spirit voices low We shrink from the pain, but the pain brings the good; "Tis the torturing fever that purges the blood, The chosen of God are the broken, despised, The forsaken are those who live unchastised. Oft must we inly cry Lama Sabacthani! Overcome sense; Oft must we inly know Hear spirit voices low In dreariest wastes, sweet flowers have their birth, [earth; To bring us the stars-night curtains the M All exquisite tones that ear ever heard, Oft must we inly cry Lama Sabacthani ! If we would crucify, Overcome sense; Oft must we inly know Hear spirit voices low Calling us hence. KATE BARLand. THE LIGHT OF STARS. THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, |