And shame the silvery light,
Set in the skies!

Edith Earle, lovely girl,

Wake from thy rosey sleep,

Wake, while the soft winds sweep
Tenderly near;

And for thee, melody

Floats on each zephyr-wing,

And while my glad harp-string,
Throbs for thine ear!

Edith Earle, Edith Earle,
Never a bird-wing flew,
Never a flower grew

Fairer than thee!

Life were fleet, life were sweet,
Could I but call thee mine,

Could thy rich love but shine

Ever on me!

Words and Music by Mrs. Jacob Martin.

417

HAIL RISING SUN.

Hail rising sun of mental light!
Hail O day of Reason's dawning
While swift recedes the wing of night,
We watch the brightening morning.

No mournful strains our souls affright,

No dread pirates flag unfurling,

Tho' Church and State with keen delight
Fierce anathemas are hurling.

Science supplies unerring charts

Of the seas that we are sailing
While truth and justice fill the heart
With firm courage and unfailing.

Hail rising sun! disperse the clouds
That now obscure thy onward course,
Dispel each mystery that shrouds
Eternal Nature's potent force.

Bid superstition's ghoul like form
Now and forever disappear
O banish feud and battle storm
And every woe and name of fear.

418

-Jennie B. Brown.

AN OLD MAN'S SONG.

On the down-hill of life when I find I'm declining
May my fate no less fortunate be,

Than a snug elbow chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;

With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
And carol away idle sorrow,

As blythe as the lark that each day hails the morn,
Will look forward with hope for to-morrow.

CHORUS-To-morrow, to-morrow,

Will look forward with hope for to-morrow.

With a porch at my door both for shelter and shade too, As sunshine or rain may prevail,

With a small spot of ground for the use of my spade too,
And a barn for the use of my flail;

A cow for my dairy and a dog for my game,
And a purse when a friend wants to borrow,

I'd envy no nabob his riches or fame,

Nor the honors that wait him to-morrow.

CHORUS-To-morrow, to-morrow,

Nor the honors that wait him to-morrow.

From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighboring hill,

And at night may repose steal upon me most sweetly,

By the sound of a murmuring rill;

While peace and plenty I find at my board,

With a heart free from sickness and sorrow,
With my friends I will share what to-day may afford,
And let them spread the table to-morrow.

CHORUS-To-morrow, to-morrow,

And let them spread the table to-morrow.

And when I a last shall throw off this frail covering,
Which I've worn for years three score and ten,
On the brink of the grave I'll not seem to keep hovering,
Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again.

My face in the glass I'll serenely survey,

With smiles count each wrinkle and furrow,
As this old worn stuff that seems thread-bare to-day,
May become everlasting to-morrow.

CHORUS-To-morrow, to-morrow,

C.M.

May become everlasting to-morrow. —Anon.

419

EQUALITY.

TUNE " ARLINGTON."

All men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal, when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.

"Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;
And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

O, let man hasten to restore

To all their rights of love;

In power and wealth exult no more,

In wisdom lowly move.

-Selected.

Andante.

420

REST MY HEAD UPON YOUR HEART.

Rest my head upon your heart, dear, hold it closely, closely there,

For I'm weak and faint and yearning, for the blessing of

your care,

Press your cool hand on my forehead, brush away the cruel

pain,

That has banished slumber from me, and is torturing my brain.

Let me look upon the features, so familiar unto me,
That no power could erase them from my weeping memory;
Let your tenderness enfold me, and your sympathy restore,
For prostrate seems my spirit, and my heart is sick and sore.

Rest my head upon your heart, dear, hold it patiently awhile,

Let my wistful sight be gladdened by your kind and gentle

smile;

Let me look into the shadows of those loving, loving eyes, Let me watch the fond expression that about the dear mouth lies.

Do not look upon me coldly, do not turn your face away, For I feel the need of kindness, oh! so much, so much to

day!

And although you've fondly loved me in the bright years gone before,

In this sad and darksome hour, love me dear one, love me

more!

Rest my head upon your heart, dear, nurse my weary, weary head,

While I close my eyes so heavy with their weight of tears unshed,

And forgive this one brief hour of abandonment to care, Ere I gather up the burdens that I know we all must bear. Do not mind me if I'm silent, for there are times in grief When no words and no expressions give the o'er full heart

relief;

When the deepest, purest feelings hidden in the human breast,

Are concealed when clothed in language; are by silence best expressed.

Rest my head upon your heart, dear, on your heart so good and true,

For my future, as my past, love, centers ever more on you; And I could not do without you, oh, I could not meet a fate, That would rob me of your guidance and leave me desolate. Oh, my heart thirsts for your presence, and my soul droops

for your cheer;

Life without you would be anguish-though so sweet while you are here;

But when it is all finished, and its duties are all done,
May I "cross the river" first, love; may I not be left alone!

Words and Music by Mrs. Jacob Martin.