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Then, suddenly, there shone a light;
Along the street, approaching nearer
Spake as he came -- and clearer, dearer,
" I am the Christ! have thou no fear!
I was a child in my probation,
I hear and heed thy supplication,
My saving Word to all I bear,
And equally to each 'tis given ;
Here, in the street, beneath the heaven,
" And here, poor boy, thy Christmas-tree
Will I adorn, and so make glimmer
That those within shall twinkle dimmer,
The Christ-child with his shining hand
Then pointed up, and lo! the lustres
A tree, o’erhung with starry clusters
THE ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS-TREE.
So far and yet so near! the night
Was blazing with the tapers' splendor: What was the orphan boy's delight,
How beat his bosom warm and tender, To see his Christmas-tree so bright!
It seemed to him a happy dream;
Then, from the starry branches bending, The angels stooped, and through the gleam
They lifted him to peace unending, They folded him in love supreme.
The orphan child is now at rest :
No father's care he needs, nor mother's, Upon the Christ-child's holy breast.
All that is here bestowed on others He there forgets, where all is best.
BAYARD TAYLOR, AFTER RUECKERT.
BESIDE THE SEA.
THEY walked beside the Suinmer sea,
And watched the slowly dying sun ; And “0,” she said, “ " come back to me
ne! My love, my own, my only one!” But while he kissed her fears away
The gentle waters kissed the shore, And, sadly whispering, seemed to say
" He'll come no more! he'll come no more!"
Alone beside the Autumn sea
She watched the sombre death of day ; And “0," she said, “ remember me !
And love me, darling, far away!' A cold wind swept the watery gloom,
And, darkly whispering on the shore, Sighed out the secret of his doom,
66 He'll come no more! he'll come no more !
In peace beside the Winter sea
A white grave glimmers in the moon; And waves are fresh, and clouds are free,
And shrill winds pipe a careless tune.
And one upon the lonely shore ;
448 WHEN SPARROWS BUILD, AND THE LEAVES BREAK FORTH.
For I know there is dawn in the far, far north,
And a scarlet sun doth rise ;
And the icy founts run free;
And plunge and sail in the sea.
O, my lost love, and my own, own love,
And my love that loved me so !
Where they listen for words from below?
I remember all that I said;
Till the sea gives up her dead.
- no more
Thou didst set thy foot on the ship, and sail
To the ice-fields and the snow;
And the end I could not know
Whom that day I held not dear ?
When I did not love thee anear.
We shall walk no more through the sodden plain
With the faded bents o'erspread;
While the dark wrack drives o’erhead 1;
Where thy last farewell was said;