IV. And Love, the choicest gift we own, 'Tis given, to youthful heart's alone, To feel the force of Love. V. Then, Youth! thou art a dream of bliss Too bright, too pure, to last; A trance, our gathering years dismiss, A vision, fading fast! "THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN." CAN angel-spirits need repose In the full sun-light of the sky? Have seraphim a weary brow, A fainting heart, an aching breast? How could they sleep amid the bliss, Oh! not the deathlike calm of sleep Yet, not the lightest tone was heard From angel-voice or angel-hand; And not one plumed pinion stirr'd Among the bow'd and blissful band: For there was silence in the sky, Oh! what is silence here below? And, to the way worn pilgrim here, More kindred seems that perfect peace, Than the full chaunt of joy to hear Roll on, and never, never cease. From earthly agonies set free, Tir'd with the path too slowly trod, May such a silence welcome me Into the palace of my God! J. THE SLEEPERS. BY MRS. HEMANS. Sleep!--let thy mother's spirit bless her child, Only th' unkind be absent! OH! lightly, lightly tread! A holy thing is sleep, On the worn spirit shed, And eyes that wake to weep: A holy thing from heaven, A gracious dewy cloud, Oh! lightly, lightly tread! 1 Ye know not what ye do, That call the slumberer back, Her soul is far away, In her childhood's land perchance, Where her young sister's play, Where shines her mother's glance. Some old sweet native sound Her spirit haply weaves; A harmony profound Of woods with all their leaves: A murmur of the sea, A laughing tone of streams :- In the music-land of dreams! Each voice of love is there, |