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Night is the time to watch ;
O'er ocean's dark expanse, To aid the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance, That brings into the home-sick mind All we have loved and left behind.
Night is the time for care
Brooding on hours mis-spent, To see the spectre of Despair
Come to our lonely tent; Like Brutus, 'midst his slumbering host, Summon'd to die by Cæsar's ghost.
Night is the time to think;
When, from the eye, the soul
Of yonder starry pole,
Night is the time to pray;
Our Saviour oft withdrew
So will his follower do,
Night is the time for death;
When all around is peace Calmly to yield the weary breath,
From sin and suffering cease, Think of Heaven's bliss, and give the sign To parting friends ;-such death be mine.
STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
When marshall’d on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd—and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceas’d the tide to stem;
It was the star of Bethlehem.
It bade my dark forebodings cease ;
It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moor’d-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore,
The star! the star of Bethlehem !
O Father! raise me from these clouds of time,
And thus indeed I kņow thee-ever feeling
[REV. HENRY STEBBING.]
She bowed her head before the throne
Of the eternal King-
With the first light of spring;
A thing of mortal care ;
In faithfulness and prayer.
She had been chastened with that woe
The young heart, in its pride,
Love's happy dreams supplied;
The Spirit's strength and food;
A deep and fervent mood.
The people of her fathers' land
Had left their onward path;
Against them in his wrath;
Who still were faithful there;
To woman's voice of prayer,
The king sat in his purple state,
And power-dominion-robed ; But there was darkness in his fate,
His sick’ning heart was probed; And priest and peer their vows preferr'd
With quick and courtier care; But whose on high was soonest heard?
Sad woman's lonely prayer.
Wild war was raging—proudly rose
The chieftains of the realm;
With spear and crested helm-
Raged in their mad despair;
Meek woman's secret prayer.
Oh! strong is woman in the power
Of loveliness and youth ;
Of stroug, unchanging truth;
Above what strength may dare,
Her heart is bowed in prayer?