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Cyrus Redding's Literary Recollections, 1016
Cairo, Flood at,
200 Marriage Romance of Life Gone with,. 558
880 Manufactured Building Material, . 764
296 Pottery in the Bowels of the Earth, 555
Rachel, Memoirs of, 296, 313, 334, 374, 447
703 Trout Streams, Cause of Depopulation of, 288
915 Vicissitudes in the Life of a Nobleman, 959
To some, a star to lead the pilgrim home; SINGERS in a choir should be
To some, the lurid glow of endless flame; Lovers of true harmony;
To all, “ at eventide there shall be light ! Not the harmony alone
- Church Porch. Of the voice, and lip, and tone, But the harmony of soul,
THE THREE GIFTS.
BY W. H. DAVENPORT ADAMS.
I GAVE my love a burning gem,
All touch'd with ruddy fire ;
Might grace an antique diadem,
And light a king's desire.
She said : “Such gifts shall ne'er be mine, Singers in a choir should be
These gems I will not wear; Full of gentlest charity ;
For no love-thoughts do they enshrine, Holy love within the breast
No gentle fancies bear.” Will make every voice the best;
I Guarding well the spirit harp.
gave my love a violet, From the undue flat or sharp ;
Mid fondling mosses bred,
With twilight's dewy kisses wet
It bow'd its graceful head.
She sigh'd : “Alas! the flow'r will fade, Those who criticize at ease;
Too soon its beauty pale! Love would bid them ever sing
In sooth, I were a silly maid
To take a boon so frail.”
I gave my love a simple song,
All earnest-hearted men. Of cternity! O Lord,
She said : “True, song can never die ! Do thou tighten each lax cord ;
Let thy love like it be, Tune each voice to sweetest key,
And on my heart the gift shall lie That thy songs and psalms may be
To bid me think of thee!” Sung in heaven-born harmony.
LIFE SCULPTURE. " AT EVENTIDE THERE SHALL BE LIGHT."
Chisel in hand stood a sculptor-boy, Most lives have shadows never understood,
With his marble block before him : Dark corners where no friendly gleam can come, And his face lit up with a smile of joy, Dim secrets of a once bright youth, long past;
As an angel-dream passed o'er him : Oh! courage, sinking heart, remember yet
He carved the dream on that shapeless stone, at eventide there shall be light!
With many a sharp incision;
With heaven's own light the sculpture shone, Light to the captive in the darkest cell,
He had caught that angel-vision.
Sculptors of life are we, as we stand,
With our souls, uncarved before us, Shrouded forever in one twilight grey
Waiting the hour, when at God's command For him “at eventide there shall be light!”
Our life-dream shall pass o’er us.
If we carve it then, on the yielding stone, Light.to the blinded wanderer-led astray
With many a sharp incision,
Our lives, that angel-vision.
ONLY ONE LIFE.
'Tis not for man to trifle; life is brief, Who see their barks go down in sight of land,
And sin is here, Lured by false meteors onward to their doom
Our age is but the falling of a leaf, Where the black rocks lie buried in the foam.
A dropping tear. For them “at eventide there shall be light !” We have no time to sport away the hours ; Light to the patient cyes that cannot see
All must be earnest in a world like ours. Earth's glorious beauty and her bloomy hues,
Not many lives, but only one have we; Nor the dear form and lineaments of love;
One, only oneA tenderer dawn shall greet those unsealed eyes, How sacred should that one life ever be When at the “eventide there shall be light!”
That narrow span! To all who pine in darkness and in gloom Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Of heart or soul, that ray shall come at last;
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.