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Show I . ; CDurcD Untomal , '. . ; i ! CHURCH CALENDAR. I 14. 4th of Advent. St. Dolphins:. 5. M. Xativity of Our Lord. j ?C T. St. Stephen, Fim Martvr. I S7. W.' St. John. I S. Th. lioly Innocents. !"'.. Y. St. Sabiiius. '.'.!. !?. St. Sabinns. .. ' SI. S. St. Sabinus. Compensation. I (By Emily Lawless.) M, but to doff tli p;irments of a Part. I To seek the enfolding- vesture of the I Whole - I tl'o hear, through all the discords of the creeds, 1 The resounding- echo of one sovereign soul; To meet old age serenely, as a friend. A kind, rouph friend. Who, if 1h bangs the doors. I Opens at least unlooked-for rifts o'er- I head. I Sun-lighted elefts through which new I rays may pour, i Under whoso swift blows ancient halls was frail. 53ut loftier mansions rise of ampler room. ; J? there not here one star to gild ih-- ( r.isht ? j One Sirius. outshining death and doom? f From The Outlook, London. MARY'S SONG. Hush. hush, the night is dark and cold, The snow iies wide and still. On naked heath and hill-top old, The tempest works his will. Upon my arm, Sleep safe from harm, Rest thee, my Liule One. Rest thee, my Lord: j The lonely wind doth moan and sigh, ! On Ice-dark lake and stream, j The tortured clouds crowd o'er the ' . sky,. Like sad, lost souls they seem. j Upon my arm, ! Sleep safe from harm. I Rest, thee, my Little One, i R-'-st thee, my Lord! i Hush thee, mv Sweet, and thou wilt hea' j Tlu song my hcirt doth sing j Oh. it's to thee more sweet and dear j Than music Angels bring! ! More swee:, mere svwi t, Oh. tender-sweet: Ltc-st. ihee. my L't'.b- one, Rest thee, my Lord! ' j Upon my breast lean thy bright, head. : Warm beats thy hart near, mine; ) 1 muse on words that Oabriol said, I This (iead year's maiden time. t Upon my arm, Sleep sain from harm. 1 ' Rest thee, 'my Little One. i Rest thee, my Lord! j If. M. |
