1 Down toward the twilight drifting, 2 One by one the stars are peeping 3 Memory to the heart is calling Happy visions that had fled; 4 Hush! the solemn midnight tolleth; 1 FATHER, hear the prayer we offer: 2 Not for ever in green pastures Do we ask our way to be; May we tread rejoicingly. 3 Not for ever by still waters Would we idly quiet stay; 4 Be our strength in hours of weakness; 708. The Grave not Feared. THOMAS DAVIS. 1 SHALL I fear, O Earth! thy bosom? 2 Whence the tree, the brook, the river, 3 Yea, whence One arose victorious 4 No, fair Earth! a tender mother Thou hast been, and yet canst be; And through him, my Lord and Brother, Sweet shall be my rest in thee. 709. The Altar and the School. W. P. LUNT. | 2 Each opening leaf and flower shall bring 1 WHEN, driven by oppression's rod, 2 Above the forest's gloomy shade The altar and the school appeared: 3 The altar and the school still stand, The sacred pillars of our trust; 4 Before thine altar, Lord, we bend, With grateful song and fervent prayer; For thou, who wast our fathers' friend, Wilt make our offspring still thy care. 710. In a Cemetery. GEORGE LUNT. 1 How oft, beneath this sacred shade, 3 Here be they taught; and may we know | 4 And stately groves beneath thy smile That faith thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears, thro' weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold! 4 Nor we alone: may those whose brow Shows yet no trace of human cares, Hereafter stand where we do now, And raise to thee still holier prayers! BRYANT. 712. "The Earth is Full of Thy Riches." 2 That, when this orb of sea and land 3 Then towered the hills, and, broad and green, The vale's deep pathway sank between ; |