MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the I hearing get, who had but ears, evening dews and damps; And sight, who had but eyes before; It is nothing now, ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL. When heaven is opening on my sight [U. S. A.] MILTON'S PRAYER IN BLINDNESS. I AM old and blind! less eyes? When airs from paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime Men point at me as smitten by God's My being fills with rapture, frown; Afflicted and deserted of my kind; Yet I am not cast down. thought Roll in upon my spirit, - strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine. C. F. ALEXANDER. THE BURIAL OF MOSES. By Nebo's lonely mountain On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab And no man knows that sepulchre, For the angels of God upturned the sod, That was the grandest funeral And had he not high honor, - To lie in state while angels wait And the dark rock-pines like tossing And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Over his bier to wave, Grows into the great sun. And God's own hand, in that lonely CHRISTMAS HYMN. CALM on the listening ear of night Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judæa stretches far Her silver-mantled plains! Celestial choirs, from courts above, The answering hills of Palestine And greet, from all their holy heights, On the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, |