Blest be the eye which lives that day to see! The grave may wrap me ere its glorious sun;

Even, Father, as Thou wilt; but Thou art He That sees the sparrow perish from thy throne. Father, in life or death, thy sovereign will be done. CRABBE.

The Stars.

YE stars, bright legions, that, before all time,
Camped on yon plain of sapphire, what shall tell
Your burning myriads, but the eye of Him

Who bade through heaven your golden chariots wheel? Yet who, earthborn, can see your hosts, nor feel Immortal impulses. Eternity!

What wonder if the o'erwrought soul shall reel With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie?

For ye behold the MIGHTIEST. From that steep,
What ages have ye worshipped round your KING'
Ye heard his trumpet sounded o'er the sleep
Of earth; ye heard the morning angels sing.
Upon that orb, now .o'er me quivering,

The

gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise ;

The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring

Above the mountain surge, and hailed its rise, Lighting their lonely track with hope's celestial dyes.

CROLY.

O, LISTEN, man!

A voice within us speaks that 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 sung together, sound forth still
The song of our great immortality:

Thick-clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,

The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas,
Join in this solemn, universal song.

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny South! O, still delay

In the gay woods and in the golden air,-
Like to a good old age, released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.

In such a bright, late quiet, would that I

Might wear out life, like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,

And music of kind voices ever nigh;

And, when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.