Light. NIGHT is the time for rest, The curtain of repose; Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed. Night is the time for dreams, The gay romance of life; When truth that is and truth that seems, Blend in fantastic strife. Ah! visions less beguiling far Night is the time for toil, To plough the classic field; Night is the time to weep To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory, where sleep Hopes that were angels in their birth, Night is the time to watch On ocean's dark expanse, To hail the Pleiades, or catch Night is the time for care, Like Brutus, 'midst his slumb'ring host Night is the time to muse Then from the eye the soul Takes flight, and with expanding views, Descries, athwart the abyss of night, Night is the time to pray Our Saviour oft withdrew To desert mountains far away; So will his followers do; Steal through the throng to haunts untrod, And hold communion with their God. Night is the time for death; When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath, From sin and suffering cease; Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign To parting friends-such death be mine! Friends. FRIEND after friend departs, Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here, Translated to that happy sphere. Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines Nor sink those stars in empty night, They hide themselves in Heaven's own light. Choice of Seasons. WHO loves not spring's voluptuous hours, Who loves not winter's awful form? Youthful Aspirations. HIGHER, higher will we climb, That our names may live through time, Happy, when her welfare calls, Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledge; Onward, onward may we press, Excellence true beauty; Closer, closer let us knit Hearts and hands together, Oh! they wander wide, who roam Nearer, dearer bands of love, |