SONG.

TO KITTIE B.

Autumn winds are wailing,

Lone stars are paling,

Over the distant sea.

While my heart prayeth,

List what it sayeth,

Dearest to thee.

Child so loved and treasured,

Fondly and unmeasured,

Long, long may it be.

Golden each morrow,

Freed from all sorrow,

Guarded so tenderly.

Thus ever be thy way, "Till God's supernal ray Enfold thee eternally

NEW YEAR SONG OF 1867.

Tripping along, tripping along,

With tones of gladness and words of song,

A beautiful maid with dancing feet,

Hark to her words as she bends to greet
A Happy New Year to All!

Shining amid her golden hair,

Are buds of promise and flowerets rare,
For each and all she has words of cheer,
Softly they fall on the listening ear-

A Happy New Year to All!

From her sister lone, now stark and cold,

With a burthened year on her forehead old,

Quickly she turns on her mission away,

The time is pressing, she may not stay.

A Happy New Year to All!

Tender I mingle in her refrain,

The wish of my heart again and again,

And oh let me ask that your thoughts incline

To the same sweet wish for me and mine

A Happy New Year to All!

MARY THE IMMACULATE.

Oh holy Mary! mother mine,

Here at thy feet my votive gifts I lay; Inspire my soul, oh! nerve my trembling hand, A worthier offering of my heart to pay.

Angelic maiden! thou wert chosen

Coeval with the ransom God decreed; To angel lips thy sweet consent was given, And man was from his long probation freed.

Immaculate; no stain of sin might dwell,

Within that shrine which God selected best; Pure as the lily in its earliest dawn,

That form of beauty where his son should rest.