"Let there be light !"-were the words of salvation, When man had defeated life's object and end, Had waned from his glorious and glad elevation, Abandon'd a God and conformed to a fiend. "Let there be light !"-The same Spirit supernal That lighted the torch when creation began, Laid aside the bright beams of his Godhead eternal, And wrought as a servant, and wept as a man. "Let there be light!"-from Gethsemane spring. ing, From Golgotha's darkness, from Calvary's tomb Joy, joy unto mortals, good Angels are singing, The Shiloh has triumph'd and death is o'ercome. HYMN OF THE ANGELS AT THE BIRTH OF CHRIST. R. MONTGOMERY. Ten thousand worlds around Thee blaze, Hail, Virgin-born! transcendent Child! Hail! Prince of Peace, and Lord of Light! ght of light! Bright, arone d Thee blaze, thy praise, ng divine, ine, love above, ild tell,nquers Hell! e came f flame, at rise kies, ing bliss He lies, d-will! lent Child! Where'er Thou tread'st, an Eden blooms, And earth forgets her myriad tombs! Thy voice is heard-and anguish dies, The dead awake and greet the skies! Lo! blindness melts in healing rays, And mute lips ope in hymns of praise; The famish'd on thy bounty feed, While myriads at thy summons speed, To live upon Salvation's strain, And see the lost restored again! Peace on earth! to Man good-will! Let the skies our anthem fill ! SILENCE OF NATURE. ANON. WHEN, thoughtful, to the vault of heaven I lift my wondering eyes, And see the clear and quiet even To night resign the skies,- A secret rapture fills my breast That speaks its birth divine. Unheard, the dews around me fall, Night reigns, in silence, o'er the pole, And silent pours his golden streams: The hand that moves and regulates, And guides the vast machine,That governs wills, and times, and fates,Retires, and works unseen: Angelic visitants forsake Their amaranthine bowers; On silent wing their stations take, Sick of the vanity of man, His noise, and pomp, and show,-I'll move upon great Nature's plan, And, silent, work below; With inward harmony of soul, I'll wait the upper sphere; Shining, I'll mount above the pole, And break my silence there. er the pole, nheard; soul, s fire, len streams: tire regulates, Chine, mes, and fates, d show,-e's plan, Dul, e; he pole, ere. Bending her wasted body o'er the grave That stand like ranks of mourners round the bed The tread of hasty foot, passing so late, alone Fills all her heart and soul, half hoping, half For words. She sheds not many now. That grass, 239 The element in which her passions lived, Dead now, or dying all: nor long shall she Visit that place of skulls. Night after night, She wears herself away. The moonbeam, now, That falls upon her unsubstantial frame, Scarce finds obstruction; and upon her bones, Barren as leafless boughs in winter-time, Her infant fastens his little hands as oft, Forgetful, she leaves him a while unheld. But look, she passes not away in gloom. A light from far illumes her face, a light That comes beyond the moon-beyond the sunThe light of truth divine, the glorious hope Of resurrection at the promised morn, And meetings then which ne'er shall part again EVENING. ANON. A CRIMSON glow adorns the western sky; The silent moon begins ber journey bright; Across the ether blue serenely glides; Religion thus, across this world of care, |