Of the wild Equinox, with all its wet, The moon stays longest for the hunter now: The trees cast down their fruitage, and the blithe And busy squirrel hoards his winter store : While man enjoys the breeze that sweeps along The bright blue sky above him, and that bends Magnificently all the forest's pride, Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks, "What is there sadd'ning in the autumn leaves ?" THE SWEET BRIER. OUR sweet autumnal western-scented wind In all the blooming waste it left behind, The poor girl's pathway, by the poor man's door. And humble as the bud, so humble be the song. 66 I love it, for it takes its untouched stand You love your flowers and plants, and will you hate That freshest will awake, and sweetest go to rest? LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. AS THY DAY, SO SHALL THY STRENGTH BE. WHEN adverse winds and waves arise, That "as my day, my strength shall be." When, with sad footstep, memory roves Still to thy promise, Lord, I flee, That "as my day, my strength shall be." One trial more must yet be past, One pang,—the keenest, and the last; That "as her day, her strength shall be." MISSIONS. LIGHT for the dreary vales Of ice-bound Labrador! Where the frost-king breathes on the slippery sails, And the mariner wakes no more; Lift high the lamp that never fails, To that dark and sterile shore. Light for the forest child! An outcast though he be, From the haunts where the sun of his childhood smiled, And the country of the free; Pour the hope of Heaven o'er his desert wild, For what home on earth has he? Light for the hills of Greece! Light for that trampled clime Where the rage of the spoiler refused to cease If the Moslem hath dealt the gift of peace, Light on the Hindoo shed! On the maddening idol-train, The flame of the suttee is dire and red, Light for the Persian sky! The Sophi's wisdom fades, And the pearls of Ormus are poor to buy Hark! Hark! 'tis the sainted Martyn's sigh From Ararat's mournful shades. Light for the Burman vales! For the islands of the sea! For the coast where the slave-ship fills its sails And her kidnapped babes the mother wails 'Neath the lone banana-tree! Light for the ancient race Exiled from Zion's rest! Homeless they roam from place to place, They shudder at Sinai's fearful base; Light for the darkened earth! Ye blessed, its beams who shed, Shrink not, till the day-spring hath its birth, Till, wherever the footstep of man doth tread Salvation's banner, spread broadly forth, From its lingering gloom, For the aged to rest his weary head. SOLITUDE. DEEP Solitude I sought. There was a dell Where woven shades shut out the eye of day, While, towering near, the rugged mountains made Dark back-ground 'gainst the sky. Thither I went, And bade my spirit drink that lonely draught, For which it long had languished 'mid the strife And fever of the world. I thought to be There without witness. But the violet's eye Looked up upon me,-the fresh wild-rose smiled, And the young pendent vine-flower kissed my cheek, And there were voices too. The garrulous brook, Untiring, to the patient pebbles told Its history ;-up came the singing breeze, And the broad leaves of the cool poplar spake |