"HE IS RISEN." Death! upon thy realm, this morn, Lookest thou, with look forlorn,- Grave! the stone is rolled away— Thou hast lost thy noblest prey,— Earth! the terror now is o'er; Man can see Through the grave the starry floor,'Hyépon! Let once more the cymbals ring Gladsomely, Organs loud their thunders fling,— Join we in the angel strain Heartily; Sending round the glad refrain,— 'Hyépon! MARY LESLIE. 131 THE SOWER'S SONG. OW hands to seedsheet, boys, We step and we cast; old Time's on wing; And would you partake of harvest's joys, The corn must be sown in Spring. Fall gently and still, good corn, Lie warm in thy earthy bed; For beast and man must be fed. Old Earth is a pleasure to see In sunshiny cloak of red and green; As years that are past have been. Fall gently and still, good corn, THE SOWER'S SONG. 133 Old Mother, receive this corn, The son of six thousand golden sires: Fall gently and still, good corn, For beast and man must be fed. Now steady and sure again, And measure of stroke and step we keep; Fall gently and still, good corn, THOMAS CARLYLE. NIGHT SHOWETH KNOWLEDGE. HEN I survey the bright W Celestial sphere, So rich with jewels hung, that night Doth like an Ethiop bride appear; My soul her wings doth spread, The Almighty's mysteries to read For the bright firmament Shoots forth no flame So silent, but is eloquent In speaking the Creator's name. NIGHT SHOWETH KNOWLEDGE. 135 No unregarded star Contracts its light Into so small a character, Remov'd far from our human sight; But if we steadfast look We shall discern In it, as in some holy book, How man may heavenly knowledge learn. It tells the conqueror That far-stretched power, Which his proud dangers traffic for, Is but the triumph of an hour; That, from the farthest north, Some nation may Yet undiscovered issue forth, And o'er his new-got conquest sway— Some nation, yet shut in With hills of ice, May be let out to scourge his sin, Till they shall equal him in vice: |