gleams

On faces seen in dreams,

A moment only, and the light and glory

Faded away, and the disconsolate shore

Stood lonely as before;

And the wild roses of the promon

tory

cerements

I will not drag this sacred dust again,

Only to give me pain;

But, still remembering all the lost endearments,

Go on my way, like one who looks before,

And turns to weep no more."

and shed

The faces of familiar friends seemed strange;

Their voices I could hear,

And yet the words they uttered seemed to change

Their meaning to my ear.

For the one face I looked for was not there,

The one low voice was mute; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit.

Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought defines;

I only see-a dream within a dream-
The hill-top hearsed with pines.

I only hear above his place of rest
Their tender undertone,

The infinite longings of a troubled breast,

The voice so like his own.

come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along

The unbroken song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing, on its way,

gether,

Heart of youth and summer weather
Making all their holiday.

And the night-wind rising, hark!
How above there in the dark,

In the midnight and the snow,

day,

A voice, a chime,

A chant sublime

Like the trumpets of Iskander, All the noisy chimneys blow!

Then from each black, accursed mouth

The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned

Of peace on earth, good will to men !

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn

The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep;

"God is not dead; nor doth He sleep;

The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

wwww

THE WIND OVER THE

CHIMNEY.

SEE, the fire is sinking low,
Dusky red the embers glow,

While above them still I cower, While a moment more I linger, Though the clock, with lifted finger, Points beyond the midnight hour.

Sings the blackened log a tune
Learned in some forgotten June
From a school-boy at his play,

Seems to murmur some great name,
Seems to say to me "Aspire!'
But the night-wind answers, "Hol-
low

Are the visions that you follow,

Into darkness sinks your fire!"