O'er my way hath flitted fast, Shield the homeless 'midst the waste, In his distant cradle nest, With a glow of heavenly dreams, Father! guard that household bower, Back, through thine all-guiding power, Darker, wilder, grows the night- By thy Son, who knew distress Where no roof to that blest head Father! through the time of dread, Save, oh! save! LEAVE ME NOT YET. LEAVE me not yet-through rosy skies from far, On the dim lake scarce yet begins to burn: Not yet!-oh, hark! low tones from hidden streams, Their voices mingle not with daylight dreams, Leave me not yet! My thoughts are like those gentle sounds, dear love! By day shut up in their own still recess, They wait for dews on earth, for stars above, Then to breathe out their soul of tenderness: Leave me not yet! HYMN OF THE VAUDOIS MOUNTAINEERS IN TIMES OF PERSECUTION. FOR the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. We are watchers of a beacon We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : For the strength of the hills we bless thee, For the dark resounding caverns, Where thy still, small voice is heard; For the strong pines of the forests, For the strength of the hills we bless, Our God, our fathers' God! The royal eagle darteth On his quarry from the heights, And the stag that knows no master, Have sought the mountain sod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God! The banner of the chieftain, Of freedom's last abode; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God! For the shadow of thy presence, Round our camp of rock outspread ; For the stern defiles of battle, Bearing record of our dead; For the snows and for the torrents, For the strength of the hills we bless thee, THE CROSS OF THE SOUTH. IN the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, The fir-tree waves o'er me, the fireflies' red light But to thee, as thy lode-stars resplendently burn Thou recallest the ages when first o'er the main How oft in their course o'er the oceans unknown, Hath their spirit been cheer'd by thy light, when the deep |