CARL ECKERT.

As

The kind, the true, the brave, the

sweet,

Who walk with us no more.

2 'Tis hard to take the burden up,
When these have laid it down:
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown.
But, oh! 'tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore;
Thanks be to God that such have been,
Although they are no more!

3 More homelike seems the vast unknown,
Since they have entered there;
To follow them is not so hard,

Wherever they may fare.

They cannot be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate'er betides, thy love abides,
Our God for evermore!

John W. Chadwick.

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there;

Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.

Make music on the air.

3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply;

And loud hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.

The Dayspring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm;

And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring;
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"

6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!

The Saviour now is born! [plains, And bright, on Bethlehem's joyous Breaks the first Christmas morn. Edmund Hamilton Sears.

To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

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Anna Lætitia Barbauld.

Seed and Fruit.