1863.

UR life burns rapidly away,

OUR

A candle in a miner's frame!

If that were all for which we claim An hour or two of flickering day, Extended in our mortal lease, Existence were not worth the name; To strike a few more blows for fame, A few more crystals to release.

A candle in a miner's frame,
Our life burns rapidly away:

But love grows stronger every day,

An immortality of flame;

And by its radiance fills the heart With happiness along the road, That leads to our divine abode,

That nothing earthly can impart.

The miner's candle burns away;
But from the interrupted gloom,
And from the darkness of the tomb,
Love rises to eternal day,

The light of Heaven's immortal years; All glory to the Power Divine,

That makes this law of being thine,
By which the Universe careers,

And brings, dear love, to thee, to me, —
How Christ's sweet grace is with us still,
God's loving-kindness to fulfil —
Our Birthday of Eternity!

Blest stars of love and light to shine,
From God's celestial throne each day,
To habitations so divine!

How glorious on our pilgrim way!

THE

HEY left the gates of Paradise
The pictures of despair;

As he went forth a malcontent
His banishment to bear, -

But Eve was with him there,
And love was everywhere.

'T was love had built their Eden bowers,
And warmed the fragrant air;

'T was love that winged their busy hours;
'T was love that taught them prayer,
For love was everywhere,

And Eve with Adam there.

'T was love that whirled the spinning-wheel,
When Eve had learned to spin;

'T was love that set its melody,
Her husband's heart to win,-

For Eve was with him there,
And love was everywhere.

1 The Traveller's Hymn from Eden, when Eve was with him there.

'Twas love that filled their crystal cup In spite of daily care;

'T was love made Adam strong in hope,

And conquered his despair,

For love was everywhere,

And Eve was with him there.

O the light of love can make a home,
On Swiss or English ground,
Perfect as Eve, condemned to roam,
Or Adam ever found.

Eve still is with him there,

And love is everywhere.

And so the evening of the day,
In twilight's sacred power,
Calls forth the heart to praise and pray;

It is our mother's hour.

Eve still is with us there,

And love is everywhere.

ONE

1865.

NE day an angel brought in hand,
Fee simple of the promised land,

By covenant of mercy planned,

And said the estate was mine; Whose title to the household brings The heritage of upper springs, O'ershadowed with protecting wings Of cherubim divine.

The star of so serene a dawn

Was, twenty years and more agone,
The dayspring of so bright a morn,
After long nights of pain;

When autumn stole with sad decay
The summer's loveliness away,

And waning sun and shortening day

Betokened winter's reign.

Now, gleaming through the lane of years, The cloud, the fire, the star, appears,

The light that guides, the flame that cheers, With countless blessings given.