THERE BE NONE OF BEAUTY'S DAUGHTERS. BYRON. There be none of beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: And the midnight moon is weaving With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL. A. POPE. VITAL spark of heavenly flame, Hark! they whisper: angels say, The world recedes: it disappears: O Death, where is thy sting? BISHOP KEN'S DOXOLOGY. Thomas Ken was born in England, in 1637, and died there in 1710. His morning hymn, which ends with this doxology, was written in 1697, at Oxford, for the students in Winchester College. Mr. H. Butterworth, in his "Story of the Hymns," says · this unparalleled doxology "is suited to all religious occasions, to all Christian denominations, to all times, places, and conditions of men, and has been translated into all civilized tongues, and adopted by the church universal. Written more than two hundred years ago, it has become the grandest tone in the anthem of earth's voices continually rising to heaven. As England's drum-call follows the sun, so the tongues that take up this grateful ascription of praise are never silent, but incessantly encircle the earth with their melody." The stanza has been somewhat changed by the hymn-tinkers, as the original reads: "Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: Praise Him above, ye angelic host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost." TO THE ORGAN. C. P. W. Utterer of many thoughts which else were still, How oft have I Evoked thy harmony, The voiceless void in my poor heart to fill. Oft-times at even, when my mind is fraught Or some strange fantasy, Thy glowing tones give utterance to my thought. Devotion gains from thee a warmer tone, Thine undersong Carries the soul along, Until it seems to reach the Eternal Throne. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. BYRON. She walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! |