438 HEAVEN'S SUNRISE TO EARTH'S BLINDNESS. HEAVEN'S SUNRISE TO EARTH'S BLINDNESS. T is the hour for souls, "And second, sapphire; third, chalcedony; That bodies, leavened by the The rest in order; last, an amethyst." will and love, Be lightened to redemption. The world's old, But the old world waits the hour to be renewed ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. THE UNBIDDEN GUEST. Toward which new hearts in ICOME! Ye have lighted your festal individual growth hall, And music is sounding its joyous call, Must quicken and increase to And the guests are gathering-the young, multitude In new dynasties of the race of men; Developed whence, shall grow spontaneously New churches, new ceremonies, new laws Admitting freedom, new societies the fair, With the flower-wreathed brow and the braided hair. I come, but so noiseless shall be my way Through the smiling crowds of the young and gay Excluding falsehood. He shall make all Not a thought shall rise in a careless breast new. My Romney! Lifting up my hand in his, God. He stood a moment with erected brows, In silence, as a creature might who gazedStood calm and fed his blind, majestic eyes Upon the thought of perfect noon. And when I saw his soul saw, "Jasper first," I said; Of me, the unseen, the unbidden guest; Not an undertone on the ear shall swell, Smiting your hearts like a funeral-knell. I come! Let the music's echoing note Let the starry lamps soft radiance throw snow: Not a freezing pulse, not a thrill of fear, Shall tell that the king of the grave is near; Not a pallid face, not a rayless eye, We have met before. Ay, I wandered here To the sleep that dwells in the damp white shroud : | My voice shall be sweet in the maiden's ear As the voice of her lover whispering near, And my footstep so soft by the infant's bed He will deem it his mother's anxious tread, And his innocent eyes will gently close They died when the first spring blossom was As I kiss from his bright young lips the They faded away when the groves were Oh, the good and the pure have naught to fear green, When the suns of autumn were faint and When my voice in the gathering gloom they E'en while she lived an awe was cast Around her loveliness; It seemed as if, whene'er she passed, A spirit came to bless. A child upraised its tiny hands, And cried, “Oh, weep no more! We would not bring her back to life A creature all divine; We would not even ask to shred One tress of golden gleam That o'er that fair and perfect head Sheds a refulgent beam. No! Lay her with her shining hair Around her flowing bright; Too harsh a shade would seem to lie On all things here beneath If we beheld one token by Of her who sleeps in death. CATHERINE A. WARFIELD and ELEANOR P. LEE. CANZONET. FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF LUIS DE CAMOENS. Hope, that buds in lover's heart, Freeze affection's warmest tears. Time shall make the bushes green : Time dissolve the winter snow; Winds be soft and skies serene; Linnets sing their wonted strain; But again Blighted love shall never blow. WH Translation of LORD STRANGFORD. GALILEO. HY wrapped he not a martyr's robe Why bore he not with dauntless brow The bursting of the storm? Why cringed the mind that proudly soared Whose grasp was on him laid? They tell us it was fear that bowed He did not dare to die. LOWERS are fresh and bushes green, Fear! What had he to do with fear FLO Cheerily the linnets sing; Winds are soft and skies serene : Time, however, soon shall throw Winter's snow O'er the buxom breast of Spring. Who ventured out abroad, Unpiloted, thro' pathless space By angels only trod Who wandered with unfailing flight Creation's vastness o'er, |