...a ceaseless scrutiny, an irresistible control. THE FIFTH PSALM. A MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING TEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ; Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely — sorely ! The...

...Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. LINES ON LEAVING CASCO. AN EXTRACT. BY CHARLES H. PORTER, FRESH from my heart what warm emotions spring,...

...poet a charge of much more serions character. One of his latest and most popular pieces runs thus — MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. Yes, the year is...pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Flocks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — surely! The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and...

...life's wave. But when the solemn and deep church bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell — The shadows sweep away. Down the broad vale of tears afar, The spectral camp has fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star — Our ghastly fears are dead. November, 1839. _ __ THE...

...Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep chureh-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. THE sun is bright, the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing, And...

...Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The-spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. I FELICIA...

...when the solemn and deep church bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell1, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad vale of tears afar The spectral host is fled ; Faith shinclh as a morning star. Our ghastly fears are dead." „ We feel sensibly that...

...always May ! Enjoy the spring of Love and Youth, To some ffood angH leave the rest, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And hie eye is pale and blear'd ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely,...

...art joy's shrine — a temple of delight ! MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. BY HUNKY W. LONGFELLOW. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely,— sorely ! The...

...January in that year. A MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. ВТ PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW, THE AMERICAN POET. YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared Ï Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely ! The leaves...