3

Through every shifting scene of life,
'Mid ocean's roar and battle strife,
My guardian wast thou ever!
In time of peril, sickness, need,
How oft thy prayer did intercede
To save me,-failing never!

4

Oh! while this vital spark shall linger,
Still may thy faithful warning finger
Point out the path of duty!

May thy dear arm support my head
In death's last anguish ;-thine eye shed
The last fond tear beside my bed;

Then-farewell Love and Beauty!

(On seeing the Morning Star shining brilliantly on Christmas Morn.)

I

How glorious in the eastern sky

Glows yon lone star! like God's own eye
O'er dark earth smiling;

As when, on this auspicious morn,
Angels announced a Saviour born,

Heaven reconciling!

2

For then, as now, a bright lone star
Was hailed by sages, from afar

Their footsteps guiding;

Until o'er Bethlehem it hovered,

And, to their wondering gaze, discovered

A Babe abiding!

3

Around that Babe there shone a glory;
While o'er him angels sang the story
Of God's great love;

Proclaiming "Peace" to Adam's race,
For all who to the proffered grace
Submissive prove.

Star of the East! as now we gaze

This morn on thee, oh! let thy rays
Our hearts illume

With lasting light of joy and peace,

That may, when life on earth shall cease,

Survive the tomb!

A New-Year's Greeting.

(To a Young French Lady on New Year's Eve 1871-72.)

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DEAR Jeanne! the old year wanes;

'Twas born in sorrow,

Amidst a nation's pains,

War's woes and bloody stains;

But now, Peace once more reigns;
Hail, happier morrow!

2

Hail to thee, noble France!

Thy dark days ended;
Look up with hopeful glance
To the new year's advance,
No more the sport of chance,
By Heaven befriended!

3

Hail to thee, maiden sweet!
Life's course beginning;

Be it thy lot to meet

Friends where'er roam thy feet,

Making thy joys complete,

Fond hearts still winning.

4

But, oh! keep memory fast
'Mid all thy pleasure!

Think of those in days past
Who, 'mid the tempest blast,

When skies were overcast,

Gave France their leisure;

5

Striving her wounds to bind

'Mid war's commotion;

Ne'er to her sorrows blind,

Aided by woman kind,

Each with true heart and mind

Worked with devotion !