"Athwart the swinging branches cast, Soft rays of sunshine pour ;

Then comes the fearful wintry blast;

Our hopes, like withered leaves, fall fast;

Pallid lips say, 'It is past!

We can return no more!'

"Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
Yes, into Life's deep stream!
All forms of sorrow and delight,
All solemn Voices of the Night,
That can soothe thee, or affright,
Be these henceforth thy theme."

VOICES OF THE NIGHT.

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Πότνια, πότνια νύξ,

ὑπνοδότειρα τῶν πολυπόνων βροτῶν, Ερεδόθεν ἔθι ̇ μόλε μόλε κατάπτερος ̓Αγαμεμνόνιον ἐπὶ δόμον·

ὑπὸ γὰρ ἀλγέων, ὑπό τε συμφορᾶς διοιχόμεθ', οἰχόμεθα.

EURIPIDES.

HYMN TO THE NIGHT.

̓Ασπασίη, τρίλλιστος.

I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls!

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above;

The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.